A warning would have been nice
May. 15th, 2025 07:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
disappointed_lesbianhe glycine dose is getting cut in half again tonight. Or maybe I'll take even less than that. Yes, I will. And later than last night because taking it two hours before bedtime changed nothing.
Why isn't there some societal mechanism to warn girls and young women about men (and teenaged boys) sexually preying on them? Not necessarily anything formal (men would probably never allow that), just parents teaching their children. All children actually. I guess it doesn't exist for reasons similar to the reasons for some parents not teaching their kids other basic things.
It sure could prevent some life-altering devastation. It's quite eye-opening when one notices that we get warnings about recreational drugs in elementary school and warnings about wearing seatbelts and junk food and other things throughout life but no warnings about male sexual predation. It's because preventing this sort of victimization isn't broadly important enough.
Out of sheer boredom, I messaged some guy who liked my profile a while back. I had to pay for a subscription, but it was just two dollars and fifty cents. He might never even respond. A lot of people create profiles and never return to these small dating sites. He is good-looking but sooo tall. And I wasn't able to figure out where he lives. Anyways, I'm out of the dating game for now. I have to keep reminding myself. I need to fix my skin first.
I don't think my life is going to turn out well. I'm living it, but my expectations are not high. I have so much psychological baggage, I doubt anything can fix it. I can't find a job, I cannot even get the medical care I need. Things aren't looking good.
I have a couple of long playlists of music by EXO, who are probably the best vocalists in kpop. I've only recently made it to the end of either of these playlists. There is some really good music. Sometimes it makes me happy, but sometimes the memory of the songs makes me depressed. Sometimes when I come across nice things, I feel depressed because I'm reminded of having missed out on nice things in life.
Why isn't there some societal mechanism to warn girls and young women about men (and teenaged boys) sexually preying on them? Not necessarily anything formal (men would probably never allow that), just parents teaching their children. All children actually. I guess it doesn't exist for reasons similar to the reasons for some parents not teaching their kids other basic things.
It sure could prevent some life-altering devastation. It's quite eye-opening when one notices that we get warnings about recreational drugs in elementary school and warnings about wearing seatbelts and junk food and other things throughout life but no warnings about male sexual predation. It's because preventing this sort of victimization isn't broadly important enough.
Out of sheer boredom, I messaged some guy who liked my profile a while back. I had to pay for a subscription, but it was just two dollars and fifty cents. He might never even respond. A lot of people create profiles and never return to these small dating sites. He is good-looking but sooo tall. And I wasn't able to figure out where he lives. Anyways, I'm out of the dating game for now. I have to keep reminding myself. I need to fix my skin first.
I don't think my life is going to turn out well. I'm living it, but my expectations are not high. I have so much psychological baggage, I doubt anything can fix it. I can't find a job, I cannot even get the medical care I need. Things aren't looking good.
I have a couple of long playlists of music by EXO, who are probably the best vocalists in kpop. I've only recently made it to the end of either of these playlists. There is some really good music. Sometimes it makes me happy, but sometimes the memory of the songs makes me depressed. Sometimes when I come across nice things, I feel depressed because I'm reminded of having missed out on nice things in life.
