As far as I am concerned, I resign from chasing pussy. I no longer want to seek, nor can I continue to desire, women. What should I do? Pretend to care about hollow conversations, jump through hoops for affection, compete for attention? Pander to thots, flirt with fleeting connections, hope for meaning in flesh? It’s all too little. I renounce desire; even if it means solitude. But am I not already alone in a world that offers nothing but disappointment in return anyway?