Why do I bother looking at women...none of them like me.
Yet, as a man, I am excited...satisfied...and in some way, fulfilled, by leering at women.
Observing the natural beauty of them.
Watching them move, talk, hearing them speak....
Yet...its all for nothing.....literally.
None of them would ever acknowledge that I even exist, much less respond to anything i had to say.
I am a ghost in this cruel world.
Why do I bother with them at all...
Some parts of human nature...my own nature...I just don't understand.
It's not smart...efficient...or profitable...and yet, I cannot remove this....urge...this desire...this...compulsion.


