I understand this sentiment entirely, but could you imagine saying this about a dog or a cat when that person had been an avowed animal lover forever?
“Ugh, I don’t have time to pick up shit anymore, fuck ‘em, I’m done with dogs now that mine’s dead”
I’d judge a man for that, it signifies a terrible selfishness to me, a callous concept of self where his universe ends at arm’s reach. There’s no shortage of heinously terrible women, but the good ones make all the shit worth it.
I know, those of you who haven’t seen it will lecture me on the odds, on how it’s not your duty to keep searching, blah blah blah. Chances are you’re tempted to educate me, maybe post a clip of a classic post on the futility of hunting for a “good one” when they’re so rare, but you can save the time for both of us
I probably know what that old post says - I wrote it.