Imagine a life where you have never been great at anything, never felt the urge to be great at anything, never felt a magnetic admiration to someone who was great at something, wanted to imitate and ultimately challenge greatness in order for you to become greater.
Just nothing. Literally, all you do in life is exist. Occupy space. Pass the time. You’re a woman.
You’re bored as usual, tweeting about your fucking hair and nails and not even feeling any kind of happiness from it. You’re just soothing your constant need to be bitter and cunty and petty toward other women. Every single thing you’ve done in the past year was mundane, shallow, and boring. You spent the last six hours reading kinda-interesting Reddit stories about people who made interesting Halloween hats for their kids or some stupid bullshit that you think is interesting and you may say it is interesting, but you’re not really sure if it’s really interesting. You’re just fucking sitting there, gestating, fermenting, with a moist hole between your legs that guarantees you’ll at least never have to get up and move around or work to support yourself. If and when you do, it causes chaos to wider society.
Then you see men over in some corner having fun. You’ve never seen this before. What are they even doing?
You cannot fathom how it is possible that they can have fun without you and your kind around. You must insert yourself. You must be noticed by them, because you think that the happiness they experience by themselves, pales in comparison to the happiness you bring by your mere existence.
As you observe further, all your attention-seeking mannerisms and gesticulations kick into overdrive. They notice your petulance, but ignore it. One or two of them may raise their glasses or tip their hats at you, because you have breasts and they notice that you’re sticking your ass out as far as possible and don’t want you to hurt yourself in the process. Quite frankly they’re just happy to share their happiness with each other, until they recognize that your attention-whoring won’t cease. So, they start treating and interacting with you the only way you’re ought to be interacted with, sexually, from a distance.
You just can’t comprehend nor accept that these men are simply content to be alive. You noticed that the cuntiness you feel nonstop, is absent within them and this puzzle you, because they are congratulating and making fun of each other all at once. Comradery and sportsmanship are alien concepts to you and your kind, because they both come with challenges and the ability to push boundaries. Things that your kind have never done since the dawn of your existences.
These creatures truly love life and have found purpose in a purposeless universe.
Your gaze turns back onto you and you realize that you’ve never had that or could never have that. You’re just a stupid cunt.
So, you get up, walk over there and ruin everything. Just ruin the whole fucking thing. The five seconds of attention you get will be worth destroying it, because you’re a woman!