Many times, I have seen that women reframe reality so that they can be the victim, the weak, the princess in distress, the celebrity, the special one, the all-knowing, the ever-strong, the expert, whatever suits them at the moment.

I have been confused by this for some time because, to me, it's just an ordinary person constructing delusions, and the rest of the world keeping silent or agreeing with them.

When they say things like "I don’t want to date anyone." I assume they say it and imagine a crowd of people cheering, applauding to the heavens in joy and solidarity. And a plethora of men in tears with their knives to their throats, distraught, self-flagellating in response to this catastrophic loss of utter human brilliance. Thinking to themselves, “What could have been?”.

However, the truth is no one cares or has noticed them. This grandiose facade is flexible; it can be used to alter their representation, opinions, and desires.

Some cracks appear now and again when they admit that men only want them for sex. As if all their qualities would disappear if they were to be born a man. Wonder why?

However, I strongly believe they need these delusions to continue to operate in this world. I haven't yet figured out why, without it, it seems, they will lose a sense or reason to exist, as if they couldn't handle reality.

Men can't as easily get away with this because we are judged harshly and forced to stay in reality, but for the sake of argument, let me try.

I am a king. I am extremely intelligent, kind, generous, I know my worth, strong, and independent.

I am a god.

Women don't approach me because I am far too handsome; it's awe-inspiring, it's too intimidating. A true work of heavenly blessed beauty, art, a masterpiece. <- Actually true.

Most women don't match my standards; they simply aren't good enough.

Please, I just want to be left alone. I don't want to date you. I know I can do better.

My standards are low I only want a beautiful, intelligient, hard working, heavy-breasted, fit, tall, blonde. Who is romantic, knows how to treat a man, will give me her pay check every month, will cook and clean, sex on demand, will worship me, will follow my every word, submissive, fight and protect me, young, educated, will let me live off of her dime, golden retriever woman else don't bother me.

If you disagree with me, you're just insecure. Sorry, don't talk to me.

To the girls: You're just a normal person; if you were your brother, no one would even record your existence except Mom. She's the best.

"They can't keep getting away with this."