a statement on shampoo.

[xsocialdeviantx]

i don't understand men.

they find you when you need to be found. they find you, groom you and you become theirs, whether they know it or not or whether they want it or not. they probe you and force you to make decisions. they ask you to make promises, only they don't call them promises because that's gay. they just consider them understood circumstances. they want you to be around for their good times and bad times. and you are. they mold us like silly putty into what they need from us. malleable as we are, we bend and configure ourselves into these yoga-like positions to be what they need. we make the decisions they ask. we move to change things. we get the ball rolling. we do what we think we're supposed to be doing ... everything right. just like on the movies.

and once the decision is made, once you know what you want, they freak out, shut down and think the only way of getting out of having to reciprocate the above is to treat you like shit until you convince yourself that you're worth nothing, only for them to build you up again with the above.

rinse. later. repeat. no one ever mentions washing the shampoo out of your hair.