my painfully painful experiences

Honestly never understood the hype and the amount of focus portrayed in the arrays of love and lust. I don't believe in a human beings ability to love unconditionally, as any relationship is forged under conditions, rarely any one is able to love without borders or constraint, which helps define how attraction is only a chemical reaction occurring in your nervous system due to physical or emotional stimulus. That aside, what I can tell you is that boys are a complete waste of time, trust me.. especially younger guys, all they ever really want is to get intimate or to defile you in other ways. Most of them are foolish with no compassion or humane understanding of someone else's pain. They view girls with a sense of escapism, which in turn motivates young girls further to sexualize themselves to fit a certain sub category of society, such as westernized society, no matter how much they boast about "breaking the patriarchy". For example, there is one such "alpha" male on my street that from day to day follows me on my way to school and compliments my eye colour, even though he is doing his masters, and is almost twice my age. I don't even know this guy, but he threatens to kill himself if I don't learn to "appreciate his love", and one time stuffed a rolled up notebook in the exhaust pipe of my car, when I asked him (more like yelled) about it he said he was sleep walking. So basically he almost blew up my car due to sleep walking (another glorious excuse). Honestly this guy creeps the fucking shit out of me, and has left me scarred for life, especially in concerns to my opinion of bratty trust fund kids like him. There was another guy at school, who was dating my cousin, so sometimes when I dropped by at her house, he would be there, just relaxing, doing nothing. Once I was staying over late, and this guy comes over at like 1 am, knocking at my cousin's door, asking to speak with me. So I talk to him and he's crying, saying how much he loves me, though again, I barely know this FREAKING dude. Basically spends a good 20 minutes mopping around and weeping, whilst I stand awkwardly at a 2 meter distance. Than he pulls off his shirt and reveals his back tattoo, which literally says my name in cursive. Can you believe this bloody fucker got my name tattooed when we only met about six times in total???!! Things got real awkward, and he became a real nuisance after that. He took things even further when he started showing up at my house in the middle of the night (around 3ish) and he would just sit there on the patio until my dad filed a restraining order. Creeped the living shit out me when I used to wake up and see him just sitting there, I'm lucky he didn't start crawling up the wall or something (ughh). The only other guy I can think of went around telling everyone I was an easy whore, and a needy slut because I turned him down, so yeah. Terrible experiences. I don't really know if it might be my (horrible terrible, no good) luck, geography or I might have Tomie syndrome (Junji Ito anyone??) but I highly DO NOT recommend dating until you're at least 25. At this point I wouldn't mind an arranged marriage or life long abstinence.