Have vs have not

Why do I concern myself so much with this men business? Why does every word out of my mouth have something to do with a man whom I want who wants me who is ignoring me who I am ignoring? Why do I devote mass quantities of free time writing it to death? Why do I talktalktalk about it all of the time? I am my own person. I am not defined by a man or a lack of a man. I am my own person. I am my own person. And saying that, still, sure, I am affected by these men. These minute experiences. I’ve come to realize that it’s the tiny, inconsequential experiences that make up this existence that is life. Life: it’s in the details. My current bitter attitude towards the opposite sex didn’t happen over night, it didn’t happen due to one huge incident, it happened during the course of these tiny events. These tiny non-events. Somewhere between having drinks and having sex and no longer having a reason to call. Have, have not.