Dear Women, I don't resent you anymore. I think you are an enemy to my happiness and that's both the long and short of it. We have no other relationship. How I choose to define myself is the part of the interaction that is dynamic. There is a philosophical view which argues that one ought to repay an enemy with knowledge, and a more common view that one ought to repay an enemy with evil. I think it is very sad that you are incapable of anything but your own meaningless evil. I'm not sure what can be done about you. I doubt I have the power to cure it in you. Anon>Last Thread:>>84237161
Women like to talk too much. They have nothing of value to say.
