AESTHETIC

It has been with a great deal of thought that I've realized I am not meant to befriend women. I have been stabbed in the back, disillusioned, and far too trustful of females in the past. There are a few rock solid mainstays who would never do me wrong and support me through thick and thin, yet they are only four strong. Women are secretive, selfish, and far too deceitful/devious for my taste. I have lost a once dear friend and am left feeling hollow, confused, and as if I have been tricked. She seems to be without a clue, causing more unrest in my mind. I, at twenty-one, am finding it hard to trust even acquaintances. The fear of being let down withholds me from openly giving someone a chance. Jaded. I suppose it was a certain girl who has done this to me, and I know she revels in the fact that I am now without a shoulder to lean on. Regardless, this is not a sad or disturbed post, it is a realization that her pushing, her rude commentary, and unfounded malice has pushed me to higher and more meaningful levels in my life. The man of my house is now not only my partner, but my deepest and closest friend. We have managed to discuss every aspect of our lives in the last two months, growing in trust and love each day. I am invested in our home, my schooling, my profession, and my art. I have been creating and brainstorming every day, and soon I will reveal my projects (some I will even sell!) to those who truly care. I am in a better place mentally than the young females I have purged myself of, happy and able to remove myself from situations that are only ephemeral and shortlived. I hold every circumstance at arms length, much more wary now. This new wisdom is only a stepping stone to the excellence I one day hope to achieve. Yet, you, angry and sad girl, have led me here.