#hot Maybe no one will tell you what I'm going to write. Because not everyone wants the best for you if it means telling the truth instead of patting your back and not losing your "brother." I'm sorry, but I don't mince my words, much less my fingers. And unlike those who want to see you in the same old shit, I don't agree with that. Look, quality time is a priceless commodity, because all we really have is our time, and it's precious. Thus, there's nothing better than being satisfied with our own company, since only then can we enjoy that time with equally valuable people. If there's one thing I don't accept, it's having my time stolen. Oh, that's absolutely not going to happen! Anyone who tries will end up starving to death. After all, idle chatter, unnecessary drama, pornography, vulgarity, and selfish complaints are not topics of interest to healthy adults. And if, by chance, you felt hurt by my message, know that it says more about you than it does about me. In other words, you've seen yourself in the mirror and now have two alternatives: The first is to continue believing that the world owes you something, that people owe you something, that I owe you something. Following this path, you'll remain an eternal whiner, an insufferable complainer who only finds patience in his own mother. And for her, I say a prayer, because no one deserves to live with a man who can't overcome the little emperor syndrome. The second alternative (and the only truly valid one) is to embrace your inner chaos and acknowledge your imperfections. Instead of complaining, work on your strengths and become someone truly worthy of the oxygen you breathe. You are the master of your life, and until you emerge from the shadow of your anima, you will remain stagnant in the same place. Therefore, learn to channel your fury and develop it productively. I know that, right now, you may even feel like a pigeon, but remember: you are not your thoughts, even though what you think defines who you are. So, go pump iron, play sports with other men, and run away from your mother's skirt. Otherwise, she'll unconsciously castrate you and keep you a little brat. Men are honed by facing life, not complaining about it. So, grow up. Increase your testosterone. Become useful, subservient, a provider, and generous. Only then, perhaps, can we enjoy quality time together. Trust me: virility and responsibility generate admiration. And, ultimately, no one loves what they don't admire, least of all me. If you don't respect yourself and don't see yourself as a man of value, what do you think you'll see in other people? Only your own distorted reflection. The truth is, the only one responsible for your results will always be yourself. So, stop the drama and make the best of what life has given you. I am abundant and have no interest in meeting those who are scarce and don't make good use of their time. The answer is simple: no, I don't want to. In chemistry, like dissolves like. Likewise, I only have time for those who share my polarity. If I were a molecule, I would be nonpolar. Therefore, if you don't possess a capacity similar to mine, I tell you, clearly and sweetly: no. That's my position, and this space is not a democracy. Only the strong and the fittest survive—Darwin never goes out of style. Therefore, if you come, come to add, not to subtract. My grace is not for everyone, but for those who earn it. If you wish to receive it without deserving it, you are nothing more than a selfish person wanting to take more than you deserve, which borders on theft. I thank, however, the good guy who doesn't fit this description: the one who is gentle, handsome, well-adjusted, and generous. He does me good and receives that good in abundance. Yes, my room is an oligarchy, not a democracy. My space, my limits, my rules. And, for those who deserve it, I offer delicious quality time.
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domrafa-9325 How wonderful 😍🤤