Female Rejection.

I know a lot of people come to me for my opinions. To listen to me, because I will honestly keep an ear to their ranting and raving. But I realized I picked a horrible day to accept that position. Horrible. One woman I could handle confessing her troubles. But two approached me. Two were telling me how much men were fucktards and worthless. Stupid and moronic, a reason to create genetic bombs to single out all the men on Earth. And.. I couldn't handle it. I couldn't form opinions, I was too smothered in emotions that I have difficulty expressing on my own, let alone understanding in others. And then I did the worst thing that I should have ever done. I stopped listening to them both. I feigned it, rambled on with some bullshit statement that made it appear as if I was listening. I put my oral skills of being verbose nature to use, and.. Did the wrong thing. This will be one dull spot on my honorable armor that might take awhile to buff out... I'm sorry.

Thirst of a beast, Attention of a mob. Clouds of the mind, Weeze of the breath. I thought I could always be infallible. That nothing could bring me down and stop me, pull me back or hold me down. I was wrong. Nothing was working, none of my practices and determinations. My willpower was failing, and I always though it unstoppable. The rut I was in, cannot be achieved by anyone else. The darkness, the cold, the headache. It was like being in the chamber again, the mask removed and lungs on fire. No where to go, unable to see. Hearing those around you cough, weeze, choke, and vomit. The air was so thin but full. I couldn't breathe. And then it started to settle and slow. Everything fell back into place. My will power could resume its dominance. My mind was getting at ease. The mob was silenced. The beast was quenched. It's frightening to not know thyself.