So, the long awaited rise of the phoenix,
results in waiting for phone calls from men while practicing a false version of
self-preservation. Where did she go? That broken-hearted girl equipped with the
confidence to play the heart-breaker. To suck them in and discard them when
she’s through. It’s humorous: to recover from a man who didn’t care enough by
turning to the arms of a man who doesn’t care enough.
Waits by the phone. Checks it
frantically. Sadly realizes that her enjoyment of life is directly linked to
male attention. Not friends, education, travels or wit. Men. With this she
realizes how she compromises self-respect…but will stop this destructive
pattern tomorrow, because he might call today. Her concept of self-worth is
made, molded and stripped by men. In a world of sadness, she turns to
masturbation…if only to continue the fantasy.