Mathophobe
Fearful and Loathsome in New York.
The title pretty much says it all. I've been a hopeless romantic since I was a little kid, but every girl I've ever tried to get to know has either rejected me or flaked on me. In recent years, I've developed a deep-seated fear of not only women but females in general, even those of animals and plants. The Greek female symbol fills me with dread, as does anything that resonates with femininity, such as lingerie or the color pink. My sex drive has been slowly dissipating, which distresses me because I'm still a virgin (at 22 years old ). A few months ago I inadvertently discovered two books whose respective premises frequently trigger bouts of anxiety in me. One book was about women gaining the power to harness electricity with their hands and using such power to kill, dominate, oppress men. (It was written by a woman, which I find all the more frightening). The other book (well, graphic novel) was about women taking over the world after a disease wipes out most of the male human population. I sometimes have nightmares about living under such circumstances. Perhaps the most bizarre fear I have concerning women is my fear of physically transforming into one. This is going to sound gross, but I always keep my hand on my junk while I sleep to provide me the comfort of knowing everything's still there.
Ugh... Yeah, that was a mouthful. I wasn't intending on writing a novel tonight, but I really needed to let it all out. And despite everything I've said, I still want to have a girlfriend. I'm so lonely and conflicted. I don't know how much longer I can go on like this...
P.S. I'm neither a misogynist nor an incel. I'm just a neurotic dumpster fire of a person.
Ugh... Yeah, that was a mouthful. I wasn't intending on writing a novel tonight, but I really needed to let it all out. And despite everything I've said, I still want to have a girlfriend. I'm so lonely and conflicted. I don't know how much longer I can go on like this...
P.S. I'm neither a misogynist nor an incel. I'm just a neurotic dumpster fire of a person.