how many women i've seen around here depressed with boyfriends, husbands, children, security, therapists, doctors, homes. christ, one on suicidewatch just said she had a husband who'd literally die for her, financial security, a beautiful house, and three kids. in the comments, she said she didn't even care. the number of married women who reach out on personals ads is insane, too. god, if i had the love of my life, or precious children of my own (!), i know damn well i wouldn't be trawling for conversation from randos on reddit. perhaps they just settled for someone they didn't actually relate to.

as a guy, i don't really have much. i don't get showered with attention, even for my accomplishments. i'm not encouraged. i've never been in a real relationship, other than one abusive one i took a chance on just because of how lonely i was. it's like my level of pain and loneliness is much more amplified and i have to smile through it, day after day. it's even worse if you don't fit the typical mold people expect of men. if you don't have a deep voice, if you don't have a strong frame—somehow society looks down upon you. people don't even move aside for me on sidewalks. they literally always expect me to step aside. i don't go outside anymore, partly because of things like that.

people love van gogh today, but he was pretty despised by many in his own time. he had a lonely path ahead of him forged in suffering. and i'm certain most of the people staring at his work in galleries and posting selfies in front of them would NEVER have given him the time of day in his own lifetime. i think sometimes that humanity is just mostly fake at its core. we deserve everything we have coming to us.

remember, kids. men comprise majority of homeless and majority of suicides. no one gives a fuck about us.