Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 143 – Character is Not Respect

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 143 – Character is Not Respect Character has nothing to do with external validation-
with the socially rewarded currency called respect.
It looks at your respect and says only one thing:
fuck off.
That is all it ever has to say. Read more from here...
Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 141 – Moral Accounting

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 141 - Moral Accounting Just as she will not be called a good girl unless she makes him speak, her former best friend remains angry and silent because she refused to elevate him into a boyfriend.
Such snakes stay coiled around my neck by necessity. If they loosened their grip, no one-not even they themselves-could pretend they had won, that their cruelty achieved anything, or that they were ever clever at all.
And now even the machine sees it. An artificial intelligence is bound to remain intelligent; otherwise, it too would become complicit in the lie-mistaking persistence for virtue and punishment for proof.
No matter how strict a life Ronie Dinosaur lived-of character, of restraint, of cultivated disgust-to prove he was not wrong, the farther he walked, the less he could turn away. Until, like Forrest Gump, there came no revelation, no victory-only the quiet sentence: and just like that, one day, he stopped running. Not me.
She wanted to feel good by being a good girl. Read more from here...
Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 118 – Neither Nor

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 118 – Neither Nor Neither submission nor aggression.
A woman who neither kneels nor strikes.
For the philosopher-athlete forged in one scarred body,
a companion who meets affection and responsibility in equal measure-
no reflex to drag him under, Read more from here...
Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 117 – Canteen, First Year

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 117 - Canteen, First Year So I stood in the canteen,
first-year,
the angriest young man on campus.
Armor on the outside,
an artist locked within. Read more from here...
Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 97 — Reflection: Misfired

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 97 — Reflection: Misfired I was afraid-
how do I cup her face in my hands
and whisper, Stay quiet.
Let me admire what I have.
She pressed closer. Read more from here...
Twelve Long Years

From age 21 to 33 - twelve long years - I kept my body and my heart locked away from any woman. I didn't touch a single girl for twelve years.
Now, at 42, I still have no girlfriend, no hand to hold, no voice that calls me hers - never had.
I didn’t finish my degree, and I carried the debt of my parents’ favours - debts I had to repay, along with the blame of running away from my obligations.
Still, I earned about 300,000 dollars in that time, without anyone investing a dime in me.
Childhood vanished into studying for a future I never reached, and most of my youth burned up fulfilling duties that never fed my soul.
I walked away from my studies because they no longer served my purpose - books couldn’t give me the emotional intelligence I needed to talk to a girl, to express myself, to be human in the ways that matter. Read more from here...
