i’m not a gay f**, i’m a woman who runs with the gay fags. there are no yardsticks when it comes to who is better in matters of the heart. if you see, the miserable people are behaving like those yardsticks must determine everything. its miserable to just step inside them for the moments they give you. there is no ‘he’s better’. we are all walking different moments you can’t imagine the things the next person has came across to make up who they are today. it only matters how, where they are at this point in time compliments where you are. you’re meeting someone who offers what you need to compliment, not excel, or give you a godspeed in life. this is why it’s the small and not large things that bring happiness. you can never get it by measuring you are better than the next person who has experienced things you’ll never know or dream of. you can’t. you’re not them. it’s all just chance meeting who has what brewing inside them. damn ridiculous how anyone thinks they’re better than someone, they have no idea what makes that person up.