Relationships suck. With women. With men. Especially with Geminis. Love sucks. I love love, but it sucks. Drama sucks. Men and women suck, in general, and they make a point telling of how the other "sucks." I don't like a girl that has a lot of "girlfriends" and when she's pissed at you she goes to her gang, talks all about it, and then when you ask her "what's wrong," she says "nothing" and then blames you for not caring how she feels. I don't like a guy that has a lot of "guy-friends" and when he's pissed he doesn't talk to any of them; in fact, he's pissed at them as well, for no reason at all. And then when you think he's shallow - because, well, he is - he tells you that you have no right to make judgements because "you just don't know." And suddenly it turns out, my god, he's "that deep," but no one knows about how "deep" he really is except himself, because he doesn’t talk about who he is, if he is anything. I don't like the "friends with benefits" thing. I don't like one-night stands. I think they suck. I don't like when someone tells me: "you have no right to make judgments, especially about relationships and love, because it's all very subjective and personal." What does that mean to me? It means they don't know what love is and to avoid knowing it and being responsible in it, they turn it into absolute subjectivity, beyond judgment, beyond criticism. People like that bug me - because I have to explain to them that it's not as subjective as everyone makes out to be: a blind man can spot a real love and a real successful relationship miles away. But they don't know, they don't listen, and guess what? They don't care. Hence: they suck. All of them. They listen to you as long as they’re right and you’re wrong, and when they’re convinced that they’re wrong and you’re right, they turn away and throw this at you: “to each his own.” I was talking to one guy, a real wise man of 30-something, and he told me that he doesn't "believe" in monogamy. Well then! And I told him I don't believe in gravity. He didn't know how I didn't believe in gravity when, "obviously," it's there. I was talking to a lesbian who wanted friends. I make a great friend, I’ve been told. She said she doesn’t want to be my friend because, well, she couldn’t sleep with me. So, let me get this very straight: in order to be your friend I have to be your hoe, too? The sad thing is, she really meant it: I have to pass a sex test, I guess, before befriending someone. After my breakup, all my friends wanted to date me: and when I declined, they all seized to be my friends because...well, it "hurt" them to be around me when they liked me "more than that." Hence, they all suck. Oh, and in this day of age, when people tell you to "lighten up," they really mean this: "stop being better than us!" Either that, or they want to sleep with you so bad and they can't stand the fact that you're not "like that," so they try to convince you to "have fun" and...well...to "lighten up." People. They suck. They have yet to learn that flattery doesn't work because its concept is fundamentally flawed: a person that falls for flattery is essentially weak-minded, and the fact that he buys the flattery means one thing: that the person flattering him posses more cunning and thus can more easily attain his goal without the flattery. So why flatter, then? Because both the flatterer and the flatteree are idiots, and hence, they suck. People. They suck. What can one do except love them for it.