I can't stand the stupid assholes who expect you to listen while they off-load all their personal problems on you, or any other human-being (or depending on how sad/desperate the moaner is, in many cases any animal) within a 3 mile radius of them when they begin their depressing and usually mind-numbingly long monologue of self-pity. Not only are you expected to listen to their mindless droning, you also have to pitch in with the obligatory sympathy vote. Like you've got no problems of your own. I'm sick of guys who think I'm not worth the effort because I actually have intelligence and an opinion of my own and I won't put out on the first date - that seems to be a legal requirement for girls who date guys my age. I don't know why they zip their pants up; it must be so uncomfortable for them and their constant erections. For me being a Heartless Bitch is a way to put the less tasteful characters in life in their place. It's the way that I deal with the shit on my plate.

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