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All Men Are Dogs?

Yes, most of the time, hearing the horror stories of my friends I came to realize that some men really are dogs. Some even can go down the level of being subhuman. Of course, men being men will defend their own like women will try to be protective of those who were agrieved.

I really hate it when men act like nothing is wrong. There is really something very different about the wirings of the hearts and brains of men and women. Don't get me wrong, there are women who are also despicable in their treatment of men. But of course, we don't hear about it because we're women and men will go the the extreme to not let the women who hurt them know that they indeed were hurt.

I have to get this out of this system. I loathe men who are insensitively cruel! (some readers may know that this post only have one person in mind). I have a theory that this guy (I don't want to call him man anymore) is on a cruel revenge streak. Maybe he was terribly hurt by someone in his past and now, he is trying to flaunt that he too can hurt, that women will go out of their way to be his "Friend".

Gosh! Argh! And another thing that pisses me off, is that I thought that if ever there was a male version of me, it will be this guy. Oh man... was I proven wrong! He is despicably CRUEL!

Note: There must be something new with the planetary alignments. Changes, changes, hearts, hearts, friends? lovers? ... gawd! Chaos!

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