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Received a message in my messenger a few days ago. Spoke of a woman who was feeling inadequate in her relationship and described a man that was, for all intents and purposes, simply not present. It struck me when I read it. Thoughts immediately began to run in my mind. Opinions and judgements were plenty. But I ignored it. Dismissed it. Kicked it a one liner response and moved on. It’s been days later and I’m still thinking about it.

I mean, who isn’t insecure? About something. At some time. I’d wager to think that we all feel insecure at different times in our lives. It’s part of the human condition. One of the many horrible but natural things that make us human. The feelings of being inadequate. Not enough. Lacking. Whether it’s our language, body image, the lifestyle we live, etc. there seems to be plenty of reasons to make us feel less about who we are inside. And I honestly believe 99.9% of our insecurities are developed and formed in our early childhood development.

WARNING: What you’re about to read contains adult situations, conversation, details, and what some would consider rude, obnoxious, vulgar or down right unpleasant to read.

So, if you are of a weak disposition, in fear of losing your faith due to the detailed descriptions below causing you to sin or are prone to wetting yourself when you hear or see profanity, DO NOT continue to read any further. Consider this fair warning. If you continue reading it’s on you.

Don’t message me later about how disappointed you are with me or thought better of me, etc. It will fall on deaf ears. Love it or hate it, I could care less. (I am also well aware of what reading this blog will do for my chances with “quality” women and I’m fine with that too.)