The sad truth is that men are boring. Well, most men are boring. Either they’re degenerate misogynist criminals, or the obviously good, the obviously-selfless*, the obviously-everything-your-mother-said-should-exist-in-a-good-husband.** Well, not my mother. But someone’s mother.
Both these so-called binary opposites are, in fact, one. In essence, in quality. They’re always the same. They do not change. In that they’re the true dead.
And good sense is to not venture where the dead wander.
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*if you think you are selfless, you should probably seek therapy and find that self.
** Before you tell me, I already know that both these categories are false, and only an appearance, and hence all the more boring.
Beyond Six Rivers 