Greetings. I decided to post an open letter that I’ve peened to the middle aged women out there. This place is a good place to post this because I know that it won’t be taken down. The text text is in bold below.
This is to you, the middle-aged woman. I see you, even though you’ve never really seen me. To be more specific I’ve seen hundreds of women just like you. And every one of them, including you, looked past me for decades starting from the time that all of you were young. Why? Well I’ve heard what you say are the reasons why. Things like, “I’m just too busy” and “I’ve got goal that take up my time right now.” But we both know what that really was, a way to let me down gently. You really meant that I was too boring. I didn’t have that sense of excitement that made your heart flutter. My clothes weren’t expensive enough to make your friends jealous. So, you chased “him” for years. Who is “he”? Who knows. You surely don’t, that’s for sure. Every time you said that it was going to be different and then followed it up with “what was I thinking?” Then you complain and say things like, “Where have all of the good men gone?” and “Why haven’t I gotten married yet?”
You’re the same as a drug addict. To be more specific you are an emotion junkie. That is until now. You’ve got the road rash to show where you’ve been and that doesn’t go away. Your odometer can’t be tampered with anymore. That hourglass figure you had changed into something that resembles a bowling ball. You’re constantly changing over processed hair is a dead giveaway that you’re miserable and insecure. The several tragic bi racial babies whose paternity you don’t even know take up all of the government money you get doled out every month. Along with that you cake on the make-up to hide the wrinkles and you shove your profuse amount of flesh into yoga pants made for someone half your size and half your age. You can’t cover the faded tattoos any more either. They are like advertisements for the dysfunction and trash that you are. Possibly red flags if you want to label then m as such.
Sometime we pass by each other and I just chuckle. Why would I want leftovers? You never wanted me then so why would I want you now? Here’s the thing, you’re miserable. All of the feminist platitudes that you believed in and repeated to yourself have been replaced by psychotropic drugs to calm the emotional pain. Oh, and that emotional pain is very real for you. But I digress. You see you underestimated the internet and men in general. I’ve compared notes with all of those other men that you call “basement dwellers.” Guess what? It has in fact, always been you. So, I’m good without you, and I was good before too. But I’ve learned to be my own person, something that you’re incapable of doing. I laugh at the sad clown that you’ve become. To add to that, I’m an adult and you are a child and will remain so perpetually. That’s why you call yourself a “girl” at age 40 instead of a “woman.” I don’t expect for you to remember any of this, in fact I expect for you to get angry and dismiss all of this with some kind of vapid feminist buzz word(s). Try and remember this one thing though. I am a man who has reclaimed his own sovereignty. That is way more valuable than your shaming language, and so much more valuable than your lady part ever was. So, good-bye from your invisible friend. I would wish you well, but you’ll need much more than that.
Enjoy gentlemen.
Anonymous 1 year, 11 months ago.
