Esoteric7
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I hate working around old women. I find them physically repulsive to look at, and their presence fills me with a deep rage.
They are disgusting to look at. Almost every one of them is fat and their bodies are sagging and weak, with the physical strength of a child. At least with an old man, there's a baseline of respect for the physical presence he once had, and even now, there's a chance he could hold his own. An old man might still have knowledge, strength, or a utility.
But what is an old woman? What is her use? She is a nasty, deteriorating creature who has outlived her only perceived value in this world. She contributes nothing of substance, yet she walks around with a sense of unwarranted entitlement.
What makes this unbearable is when one of them dares to talk down to you or gives you that passive-aggressive look. Knowing that they are physically weak, useless, and visually offensive and yet they still have the nerve to act with condescension.
I should not be forced to share a building with them. I hate looking at them. I hate being near them. Their very existence in my professional space feels like a personal insult and a constant drain on my mental state.
Every day spent around them is a day filled with suppressed anger and disgust.
They are disgusting to look at. Almost every one of them is fat and their bodies are sagging and weak, with the physical strength of a child. At least with an old man, there's a baseline of respect for the physical presence he once had, and even now, there's a chance he could hold his own. An old man might still have knowledge, strength, or a utility.
But what is an old woman? What is her use? She is a nasty, deteriorating creature who has outlived her only perceived value in this world. She contributes nothing of substance, yet she walks around with a sense of unwarranted entitlement.
What makes this unbearable is when one of them dares to talk down to you or gives you that passive-aggressive look. Knowing that they are physically weak, useless, and visually offensive and yet they still have the nerve to act with condescension.
I should not be forced to share a building with them. I hate looking at them. I hate being near them. Their very existence in my professional space feels like a personal insult and a constant drain on my mental state.
Every day spent around them is a day filled with suppressed anger and disgust.





