Why is reality extremely disappointing?

Why is reality often disappointing?


I just found out that plaid tartan pleated skirts came from ferocious tribal Celtic warrior males and not from feminine girls.


Those skirts are my source of attraction. I am sad. It's like I want to die.


I won't be able to see tartan plaid pleated skirts the same way anymore. Now I feel awkward obsessing over tartan plaid pleated skirts. When I was obsessing over tartan plaid pleated skirts, I felt like I was obsessing over feminine girly girls. Now, it feels like I am obsessing over ferocious tribal manly Celtic warrior males so now, it feels awkward.


It's funny that tartan plaid pleated skirts are seen as the most feminine clothing but what's ironic is that Scotland is considered to be the manliest country in the whole world. The fuck? It's like the gods of destiny and fate played a cruel trick on me and boys like me!


Fuck! Why is reality so cruel? I wish I never had access to the Internet because the Internet is the reason I learned that tartans and kilts came from ferocious tribal Celtic warrior males.


I hate reality!
Why is reality extremely disappointing?
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