I kissed girls as a child. My father often yelled at me because he didn't want it. He had selfish and evil intents. I had social anxiety; it left me frustrated and confused. No love led to ridicule and bullying. I was alone in life, and no one would teach me anything. Unaware, I adapted to protect myself from harm. I led a hard and ignorant life. I faced severe depression many years later, got professional therapy, but felt life was hopeless and became an early retiree.
One can view the face of an African tribal woman. They are lovely because of their brown skin and large lips, as well as tribal patterns that evoke a fearless, simple, and calm life of freedom. Pointed items emerge from the brain, indicating that anxiety fills and dominates my life. In order to repair my brain from anxiety, I must confront my fears, a process that can span a lifetime. The words express my frustration that I live in a world that was constructed by evil humans, not by good humans like me. They were all mean to me; they didn't want me to enjoy myself and please women. I also see men without anxiety who feel the need to lie or present a fake look in the hopes that women will think they're cool and contact them for sex. Instead, they avoid it themselves, fear rejection, and feel like tiny beings who aren't cute and loving but rather selfish and evil. The lines and dots near my eyes depict my emotions of anxiety and reluctance when I see lovely women and my anger, frustration, and upset when I see humans lying about who they are. I don't act in such a way in my cute, honest, and loving world. The heart indicates that love is the key to my liberty, joy, and calm, easy life with women.
