• AlexanderTheDead@lemmy.world
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      The first one is misrepresented in the post imo. I’m sure SOME men have that specific fantasy, but I would be willing to argue that it is a fraction (in fact, by definition/design) of men who have a general “die a martyr” fantasy.

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    hahaha yeah, that’s very relatable. would any here by chance be interested in joining the army? when you think about it, defending isreal is kind of like warhammer with your bros

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    Idk the kinda partner I want is someone nuts who’ll fuck my life up. Before everyone hits me with the “trust me bro you don’t want this” I absolutely do want this, I’ve done it before, it did fuck my life up and made me feel terrible.

    I’m ready for round 2 anyways

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      Jokes or no, I’ve personally spent the last 30 or so years proclaiming similar… and, I’m pretty much spent by now.

      I’ve raised and lost more kids than I expected, and I even waited yeeears past the span of all my friends getting hitched to finally cave and take the chance. Tried again, and even a third time. More loss. More pain. A number of businesses originally born out of love, gone. A deep-seated passion for genuine outreach, creative efforts in the community, etc.; it all seemed so vividly impervious, so colorfast and hopeful.

      After all the bravado of “I know what I’m doing, and I know what I like” wading back into the weedy deep dark with another crazy-hot monster…

      Today, the world has lost most of its color for me, friend. I can now, looking back, see where it ran in puddles and streaks from me, soggy and getting soggier by the pouring out of me, all over. And over and over.

      Don’t go back out there, into the deep dark where the crazy you like hunts you by smell.

      You deserve better than this waterlogged, used-up, long drifted fate.

      You gotta say no to the redheads, though. It’s a rule. 🤷🏼‍♂️