In life everyone experiences pain and betrayal from people they thought they knew or could trust. This pain then leads to depression and often times misplaced hatred. I vividly remember falling to my lowest point and in the end I blamed women.
Confession: I used to hate women.
I have nothing against women now, but a long time ago it seemed rationale to blame all of my misfortunes on them. Facing body image and self-confidence issues at the time, all I wanted was for women to notice me. I just could not understand why it seemed like women only took interest in meatheads and assholes. Eventually it began to anger me to the point where I just hated women for nothing. If women didn’t want me then that was their loss.
My logic was completely flawed and naïve.
When I finally took a step back and reevaluated my life I realized what the real problem was: Me, a depressed loner absent of any social skills. When I thought about it some more it all made sense. No one wants to talk to someone who looks borderline suicidal and when people did talk to me I pushed them away. I could no longer blame women for my personal shortcomings. I had to change the way I think.
Nowadays I avoid using blanket statements all together. People need to stop thinking in terms of gender and more in terms of individuals. Sure there are bad women out there but there are bad men too. The point is that bad individuals are everywhere and one bad experience should not taint your perception of an entire group. So if you’ve been hurt blame the individual and not the group.