Frustration, Anger and Irrationality

"Humans have learned to remain silent for different reasons. One is because the interlocutor will not understand the reasoning or ideas constructed and transmitted. In these times, there is so much frustration (especially sexual), the anger of that potential interlocutor, and the irrationality that no idea can influence or impact that person, no matter how wonderful it may be. So it can only be reduced or transmitted to an image of another, a short video, or a lie because it is not worth it. One comes not to accept, but rather to abnegate, that blockage of the other because despite all the empathy, their hatred and stupidity surpass any goodwill. Even any possible desire (to end sexual frustration). Lying is more comfortable. The creation to deploy it that technology and propaganda provide is perhaps what, in some way, in their stupidity, these humans appreciate. The silence of the others, of those who simply think a little, is optimistic to know, and of course, despite the disappointments, frustration does not cause them anger; it is the only possible response. In order not to waste time or words, which today, we must protect them more than ever. The interesting thing about having sex with her was not listening to her. and that was detestable. She is a forty-year-old Caucasian woman. She calls herself spiritual, but she is religious. She says she is happy, but she is not, and even worse, she is terribly susceptible to the hatred and stupidity generated by others. However, she was an excellent lover; she enjoyed sex in her prudishness and double standards, but that still made her more human. That's why the list of lovers she had in her life was complicated. But even those who were like her: frustrated, Caucasian, forty-something, afraid, angry, and stupid, did not stay with her. They saw themselves reflected, and that was unbearable. And it was sad in her life. The system, modern sexuality, was responsible for continuing to feed that hatred in his heart between orgasm and orgasm. Between ejaculation and ejaculation received on her chest.

Frustration, Anger, and Irrationality were not supposed to exist in a human civilization that has advanced extraordinarily in understanding its environment and abstracting what it does not understand about the universe and itself. It is not a question of ignorance; it has been said many times. And yes, human greed has much to do with it, but also the susceptibility to ambition that causes meanness. So I understand these two things at least and accepting the catastrophe, and that greedy, stupid, unempathetic attitude of some others, of course, silence, appears, but not to give acceptance and recognize that terrible and irrational attitude, but because another type of response is possible. Other kinds of interlocutors exist. And it is unfair to say that the majority is stupid or ignorant, no. That majority is silent and fearful. He had used artificial intelligence to show her for what she is: a Caucasian sensual woman who represents Frustration, Anger, and Irrationality. Without a doubt, more sexual frustration. The image was a symbolic and abstract representation of a caucasian woman in red, white, and blue, embodying the concepts of anger,  frustration, and ignorance. For free artificial intelligence, it was not common in language to differentiate between stupidity and irrationality. The woman is central in the scene, with distinct elements around her to visually display these emotions, such as dark clouds symbolizing anger, a maze representing frustration, and a blindfold signifying ignorance.  Maybe he was missing a cell phone in his hand. Maybe her blonde hair. Definitely his glasses. The woman in the concept carries a stern expression, holding clenched fists, with outfit colors reflecting the scene's mood. Without a doubt, it was her. And upon seeing that representation, she would hate and desire him more. She was like that.

In today's humanity, distractors and any type of idea confuse reasoning and sensations/feelings: pleasure with joy or happiness is perhaps the most common. Also, indignation with complaint or gossip, the important thing with urgent, lying, or superficial. Confusion and how, even in moments of despair, it can be monetized is the success of current civilization because it maintains the market, added by needs and ambitions that will never be satisfied, thanks to the confusion. The system is horribly profitable and horrifyingly unsustainable, but it doesn't matter. Laziness is part of the success of confusion. Rain. It was one of those afternoons/nights to not be alone and I was. She opened the third bottle of high-value/priced wine of the week and enjoyed it, although somehow she would have liked to share it with one of them before making love to her. But that was the problem. Some of them were not the answer. So, he had himself that way. All of them were in the past, and at his age, the present mattered. Not the future. Not even yesterday, which she already knew she would tell him. Nothing new, as she said, the unmentionable.

But it is interesting when people meet and can talk: listen to each other, communicate, build and yes, emerge and regenerate. The suffering that comes from helplessness does not have much to do with frustration in the end and it is pleasant when, in humanity itself, that disappointment is shared and that possibility of construction is shared. The suffering that comes from helplessness does not have much to do with frustration in the end, and it is pleasant when, in humanity itself, that disappointment is shared, and that possibility of construction is conveyed. Then, something arises that goes with happiness, brotherhood, and love, which is a possibility.  Change only happens when and with those who want and think. But thinking for some is complicated. So the best thing is to find those with whom you do not remain silent but rather laugh and talk together. It is shared. After the second beer, he dared to express what he had felt since the first time he met her. And the next morning, over the first coffee of the day, they could only smile and talk. Listen to yourself. Their bodies had been heard for several hours in the night, as had not happened in a long time, and then, at dawn together, before the other woke up, she understood that she was in the right place and, finally, at the right time. He felt her gaze. He woke up calmly and slowly. He was pleased to see her again. They made love again, not with all the night's words but with the tenderness of a morning and the need for intensity. Without fear, without regard for fear. Later, at the cafe, she smiled and sighed. Finally."