Everyone here has heard it, in one way or another. Either from family, friends, LV and NV people, society. The all loooooooming threat of aging out of favor. For what? Taking abuse and wasting our minds, bodies and souls for someone else to get their member hard and stroke their ego? For taking the risk of being completely helpless and blindsided by someone who "got bored" because there is no more challenge to "break"?

Time waits for no one. We all grow up, age, mature, get old and in the end we die. There is no question about it. Death is certain, time is uncertain. That is to say, why risk dying at the hands of your partner of a family friend, because someone, maybe even themselves, told you that "they changed" and gaslight you into ether blaming yourself for their actions and their emotions. Why wast valuable time from your life, only to be discarded at the end by someone who thinks of you as nothing more than something to use and abuse? Why even bother trying to fix someone who thinks that nothing is wrong with how they treat you in the first place?

I'm going to be 40, it's still more than a decade away from me, but it's undeniable that I'm going to be 40.

But, until then, I would rather focus on myself, building my sense of self up, my studies, my career, my chosen friends and family, maybe a cat and some plants, put my finances in order, so when that time reaches, I can look back and see a fulfilling life, and not be left a wrecked shell of myself with all these broken dreams of what could have been if I wasn't so desperate to be picked by anyone below my subterranean standards and my obliterated boundaries.

I have seen this being the reality of so many women. And for what? Because some people think that this fate is better than gasp being alone and "unfuckable", the latter of course depending of the whims of scrotes, whose preferences, with each passing year, get younger and younger in age, while they also grow older and more bitter.

So, yeah. To the unwashed masses who growl at me about not sleeping with them because they thought that I'm such a stuck up bitch to turn them down: I would rather be 40 and alone, than spend my precious life putting up with a sorry excuse of a human being like you. Unlike you, my degree won't choke me unto unconsciousness, won't neg me for every success, won't feel threatened by the rest of my friends, family and studies. My cat won't try to make me miserable to lift itself up, won't abuse me mentally, emotionally, verbally, sexually, won't threaten me to kill themselves if I don't give up everything I'm doing right at this moment, so I can be a bang maid. My friends won't let me down if I ask them for a ride, if I ask them for a help going to and getting home from the hospital. They will be there for me and won't scoff or roll their eyes annoyed if I become too stressed and emotional, they won't demand their laundry to be done because "it's a woman's job to clean and cook". Your absence is much more preferable to your presence. Safer and secure, healthier, happier, preferable.