I donât take the men in my life seriously at all anymore. I have learned not to even engage with them about any serious topic. If they bring up something, I brush it off asap.
Their job sucks? âYupâ is my go-to response.
They are in pain? âSucks bro.â
Their team lost? Blank stare.
I could walk them through the steps involved with improving their education, communication skills, and employment viability, but they wonât listen.
I could offer to obtain pain medication and suggest a doctor visit, but they will only become dependent on my nursing services and will never stir themselves to address the root problem.
I donât watch male sports, most television, or engage with male-oriented content of any kind if I can help it. Best I can manage is a shrug when they ask me about pop culture.
Once I figured out that every interaction men initiated preceded an attempt to exploit me, I stopped playing their game and they scattered like cockroaches in search of another food source.
All that extra energy that used to go toward men is now invested in me. I have time to read, work out, make myself nutritious food, enjoy nature, do yoga, rest, and listen to music (female artists only).
My life is improving every day.