So Materialist Feminism just isn’t doing it for me anymore, since I’ve worked for about three hours on an essay outlining the outrageous sexual acts of exhibitionist Annie Sprinkle, and all its done is emphasise how ludicrously overrated and childish people can be, high school or not – something in an environment changes, and people will subsequently and inextricably talk about it, exaggerate it, spread it, and judge it, and ultimately make the assumption that the persons involved must possess little to no moral fibre, and that because of this it is okay to speak about them accordingly.

Give me a break.

In light of the aforementioned moral fibre, my ability to believe in my decisions and act on them is sound - I have thought writing this blog through, and the ramifications of my opinions revealed to the public eye for scrutiny. I almost enjoy the fact that there is negative lash-back with posts like this: how can you have an opinion to prove that someone else’s opinion is wrong? It is an opinion, and in every sense of the word, it belongs to me. Therefore we are both right and wrong, in our own ways. So please, relish in the frustration that is my current relationship status, judge my decisions based on your misinformed and jumbled information about my personal life, and most of all, respond – because you’re human. And in my experience of humans, we can’t help but bite.

I have ended a recently long-term relationship. I have actually been criticized for this personal and extremely difficult decision. People have actually thought to comment on my idiocy in making a perfectly normal and understandable life choice. I am nineteen years old, exiting an eighteen month long relationship, with a man I had never known an adult life without. THAT is the explanation you get. THAT is what you get to take away from this. I urge you to postulate my personal reasons for this decision in your diary or take it up with one another like children when I’m not around, or even try to warn the other men in my life that going near me would be dangerous. I want you to do this, because I expect it of you and right now I can guarantee by reading this you are thinking negatively of me and proving me right.

There are very few people in this world who will genuinely step back and observe the whole picture before acting on it and taking sides. And I truly believe if you have even considered taking a side, that you haven’t accurately assessed what it is that you’re making judgements about. There has been, out of the amount of friends I believe to have in UNSW (where I live), two people actually ask me “How are you holding up?” Now I don’t expect sympathy, but more express a disappointment for the friends who conspicuously shy away from talking to me, and make sideways glances at me when I speak to other guys. I am disappointed that these are the people that I had such a high respect for, and are the people I would rush to had the situation been bestowed on them. I am not saddened, and I am not angry, but I do feel a profound sense of enlightenment, because I know my decision has made me strong, and weakened everyone else around me. The people who whisper and pass judgment have literally allowed my positive life decision to bring out the worst in them, and that is what is truly sad.

I am strong, and sound of mind, and there is a respectful ex-boyfriend of mine who understands my wishes. So as for the rest of you, stop embarrassing yourselves.