Sad to be

The saddest part of being a woman is that women hate women. We are so lost into being over achievers, and opportunistic that jealousy fuels us to work better.

It’s sad because we are not actually standing together unless we individually get something out of it. The first people to call out a strong worded woman is another woman. I can go ahead and wish for a different world but I am sure another woman will call me out for my clothes, my hair, my outspokenness even before a man.

Incidentally speaking, I thought I would feel more understood and safe under a woman supervisor, turns out that woman supervisors can sweet talk you and at the same time use their bitch card to achieve what they want. They are relentless, and have no boundaries or manners that call one civil. They want what they want, at the expense of your wellbeing. Nightmares are often acted by them, and you won’t even realize how mentally messed up they are. To be honest I feel bad for such women who think they win by causing harm, it’s sad to see that they are incapable of doing something based on their intellect, and it just makes it that much more difficult for qualified strong women to achieve anything.

Such women are extremely poor in their personal lives, and with poor I mean they barely can fix their personal lives without being rude or bossy. They want to be known, complimented, addressed, and made to feel important outside their house because of how insignificant they are made to feel at home. The balance breaks there and this only brings out more hate for them. They are bad people, and completely by choice. It is very sad, but it is also something that makes me scared to be friends with grown women. Hustle culture is ruining being good. I wonder who can now teach people to be good and actually be worthwhile.