I was with a female working gal "friend" today. Literally all she could talk about was her bullshit. The following is all true.

She needs money. This is her main problem. She NEEDS NEEDS NEEDS money. She literally made a list of things she needs money for.

-random needs (makeup, etc.)

-dropped out of school for the 5th or so time

-court (she has so many tickets)

-random celebrities' book signing

-random celeb's concert

-gas money to drive to shrink

-countless other random desires/made up needs that no single, sensible man has

-to move to Hollywood for NO REASON WHATEVER (THANKS KARDASHIANS)

-get tested for STDs

-etc etc etc etc

What else could this be but pleasure from pain? AKA MASOCHISM? She is enslaved to her own self-centeredness and the expectations of others. She is making problems out of nothing that she could so easily solve with just a touch of application, but never does. And I've tried, foolish penis-bearer that I am. They are not. WIRED. FOR. HAPPINESS. They have a totally different metric for it. Thank you Esther Vilar.

She does not know the value of a dollar. And why would she? She gets hundreds for laying on her back!

To her credit she has gotten better and actually bothers to ask what's up with me as well rather than ranting all day about herself. There are some other things but this vodka is hitting hard.

I thank god everyday I am going my own way. I just think. Wow, I have NONE of these problems. Because I, unlike women, am not stupid enough to think that happiness stems from material possession. I told her I'm buying a van to live in and I'm as happy as I've been in a very long time. Just yesterday I was in total hell thinking about my ex and so on. But talking to her made me realize it's the exact opposite.

I tried to tell her (futile I know) that she has not reached nirvana because she has not adequately suffered or struggled enough. She ALWAYS!!!! has someone to bail her out of her stupid mistakes. NEVER has to actually develop as a human being because others serve as a safety net.

If you have a penis, thank god every day. You are actually capable of being content.

I still like this girl and spend time with her because it cost me little (FOR NOW) and I am willing to take the risks because I don't have many friends and other reasons. She has spent far more money on me than vice versa. The roles are reversed for us. I am the feminine exploiter, she is the man seeking approval and praise (THANKS ESTHER).