I'm so glad to be gay. I really have to make a statement here (if only for lack of a better topic *gg*). Women can be soooo tremendously strenuous. It is unbelievable. With some of them, I am under the strong impression they'd rather die than stop talking endlessly. An example? I'm living with a woman who does nothing but talk, talk, talk all day long. And if there's nobody available she talks on the phone. Constantly. I swear to God, I'm not exaggerating. She gets home from work and all she does is trample through the appartment with her headset on ... gosh, this fake-laughter and hysterious giggling, that constant rattling and rabbiting about what?! - it makes me kinda mysogenic. I mean, what is there to talk about? Being drunk on the weekend? Having bought this stupid dress? Seeing that bargain in the shop window? Cheeeezuz, get real for God's sake ...

I don't understand women. Most importantly, they don't get it that we men do not feel the same urge to constantly bla, bla, bla. And no, this is not spreading stereotypes. With her, it's as true as true gets. What is worse, she needs attention 24/7 and there's always music booming in all our rooms - even if she's not here at all. Some people just go out of their way in order to cover the silence. It seems as though for some silence is something that has to be fought and warded off. How pathetic. Silence is beautiful, mostly. But she doesn't stand being alone, being silent, with with her own self. Basically, I don't care, it wouldn't annoy me, but it gets irritating because she spreads this mood of being out of balance everywhere in the appartment. She always needs party and buzz and plenty of BS to talk about. Point is, I'd probably go nuts or run amok being with such a woman, relationship-wise. So, I know there are guys out there who are equally disgenuine and out of sorts but mostly this applies to women. So thank God, I'm gay. Thank God I'm so not like her!