For me, this was not easy. Hating people, especially women, was easy. You get the picture.
The first day I went to college (a church college) my mother said to me "Why don't you flirt with the girls, and make them feel good?" I wanted to hit her over the head, to knock some sense into it.
She was not very bright, but she had strong romantic fantasies, and she wanted me to have them too, but I was equally determined not to have them.
She thought her breasts had magical properties and every man in the world was obsessed with them when they were nothing special.
She was crazy, and every woman in my life after that was crazy too.
Do you see why I hated women?
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