*ripped from a three page rant I emailed an old friend. This part is the most relevant though as the rest is just personal stuff between us

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Sydney women.
I am officially over Sydney women.
I can’t stand them. They are driving me insane. I always seem to get
attracted to the worst possible ones. Here’s a perfect example. There’s
a girl I've been hanging out with for a while. She lives up in Avalon.
She comes down, spending about an hour and twenty minutes on the bus,
she stays for about half an hour, things are going well, were chatting,
laughing, just hanging out. Then she gets a call from her friends and
they ask her what she’s up to, she’s like "nothing" And then they invite
her to a movie. Now the polite thing to do would be to decline
(Considering she saw these people last night) and make up some excuse.
Instead she instantly agrees to go, even though the cinema is like and
hour and a half away, the movie starts in an hour, and she’s doing
something else. Now, I cleared my evening for her, and then she
wonders why I’m annoyed at this change in events. Well let’s see. You
agreed to do something even though you were hanging out with someone
you don’t often see, you agreed to do something impossible, oh, and by
this point, its to late for me to organize anything else to do this
evening. Great. Oh and you know the best part? She then asks me to
call up a mate of mine with his car, to see if she can get a lift.
From Cremorne, to sodding Warriewood. Didn’t even offer to pay for some
petrol either. *sighs* some people.
And you know what part annoys me even more than that? She calls me one
of her best friends. Yeah. So you ditch your best friends huh. What a
great person you are.
You know, I think possibly the worst part about being me is, I always
want to make a girl feel special. It’s true. I think of girls before
myself. *laughs* it even shows in the bedroom. I want to make women
feel special, like they are queens. But then people often shove it in
my face, or just abuse it. And you know the worst part? I can’t stop
myself. That’s how I think women should be treated, and as such, it’s
how I treat them. And yet, it often comes back and bites me in the
ass. I think if I actually had half a brain, I would stop it, but I
can’t. I guess it’s just me. *laughs sarcastically* and everyone thinks I’m
such a wonderful person because of it.
I am sick and tired of it. I am sick and tired of the shit I put up
with. And yet, Id never say it to their face. The worse I would do is
scowl. Or more likely, I would just smile and end up thinking to
myself, God I hate you right now.
Maybe it’s just this city. Maybe it’s just the suburbs I live in. Maybe
it’s just the women I find interesting. Or maybe it’s just something
wrong with me.
I don’t know.
I really don’t.