it is all finally starting to make sense. other people only bring confusion and misery, happiness can come from within oneself. no one is in need of another person to be utterly happy, problems only seem to arise in the company of others. so i get to sit back, relax, and watch the fireworks of what these women call “love” when i see it as “cock.” the difference in cock and heart has been previously described, and unfortunately most don’t see the discerning qualities of the two. i shall continue to keep my wings folded for now, and i shall continue to be a heart instead of the other alternative. if love doesn’t find me, i should be happy that it has found me before, and if need be, i can dwell in the shared companionship i once had with others. life is too bitter to chase those things that are so uncatchable, we should all realize we have much better things to attend to. so if my purpose is to simply be the best friend of every female in the land and never have another woman find romantic interest in me, then i guess i will learn to cope, as slow as the process is becoming. i can be happy with my own ego and knowledge, and i will find time to help those in need when they are distressed about the new “cock” they found while looking for a “heart.” “…she’ll never know that i’m the best thing she’ll never have…”