the ultimate paradox
Sometimes, I think that people mistake my independence for desperation and, God forbid, insecurity.
It is the ultimate paradox that a woman seen alone is perceived as insecure and desperate, looking for sex, a whore filled with "daddy problems" and issues while a man can do the same thing and be perceived as the exact opposite. An independent man is something to be desired while an independent woman is something to be feared.
Not that the whispers of these "people" bother me. I know who I am, I'm not going to compromise the strong, independent woman I am to the paltry judgements of others' insecurity. To those who judge, know that I, that blonde woman reading or drinking in the corner or that girl at the concert alone, is not insecure, is not lonely, is just independent and wanting to do whatever the fuck she wants to do whenever the fuck she wants to do it. If that scares you, than I want nothing to do with you.
