Rain falls on everyone

After a sunny day
Rain is falling.

Today at my office, I realized something.
Most of women are assistants...
They think that because I am a woman and I am kind with them, I am like them.
I am very sorry for I am not at all like them.
I am from those vegetarians who only eat roses,
and if my thoughts interested you just for a second,
you are lost.

Those women are so basic,
they only think about their hair, their dress, their house, husband and children,
their fitness club, the gossip, their colleagues life, their own little desperating problems...

I didn't wanna realize that some humans do not really think.
They are like rats...
Behaving in a pavlovian way,
It is spring, let's put on diet,
It is summer, let's take the sun,
It is winter, let's go to the spa,
My husband is leaving me for a younger, funnier silly bitch and it is too fucking late in my life,
Let's make as if nothing and let's make some surgery...

One of them, the smartest (which means that because she is older, the others think that she is more clever...)
F. is 50 years old,
she dresses as she was a teenager,
she is anorexic,
she is so happy for she is living an eternal youth...

I am getting desperate...
At my office, I usually have to face to dumb old guys
telling what I have to think.
French system, where old native guys with a big belly are always considered more clever than a minority-tall-dark-hair still-young girl.

Today, I start to pack.
I love packing, it gives me hope.