Women are painfully boring, not very intelligent, and just plain miserable. I've dated, fucked, and befriended all kinds of women in my 40+ years. Some were lovers, others were like just sisters to me. I've been close to women in my family and friends all throughout life. I entertain conversations with them but they are seriously some of the most vapid, emotionally stunted, and one dimensional beings I have ever encountered. They talk about the most inane shit, and when they DO try to sound interesting it sounds so performative, like they're just huge poseurs that emulate men to have some semblance of character. They create almost nothing of artistic or philosophical value, they only create more humans (planetary waste) and are worshipped like goddesses by a sex-deprived, gynocentric society.

I could never speak freely of this in real life. I just put on a smile and pretend to these women like I actually give a shit about what they have to say, but for the sake of my own sanity it just goes in one ear and out the other. They are constantly beleaguered by sorrow and misery; they're either complaining about their numerous mental or physical health problems, their financial situations, their boredom and ennui, never once stopping to try and improve their station of their own volition. They just sit and complain and expect men to save their sorry asses. It's fucking pathetic and tiresome.

I am so glad that at 40+, I've had enough physical fun with women throughout my life that I am now completely numb to their charms, so I can just ignore them and live a happy, productive life that is free of them for the most part. Thankfully I've positioned myself in a place where I've transcended the need for human company altogether and have become a completely self-sufficient and whole being. But I am truly sorry for men who are still trapped in their spell, because they are absolutely not worth the trouble and chaos that comes with them.