When I despise reality

I get a little tired of the Popas and the Lilous disappearing from my grasp like soap between my fingers. They slip and slide their way in any direction not occupied like me. What are they chasing? Clearly they are not interested in the real things of this life. But what of me who despises their running away from me? And what of me who hates messages from fat ugly ones from the ignorant places in the world? I need something that works for me for a change, and these women are not doing anything I long for. There is one who's name is Ann who I have fostered a beautiful friendship with, and she is beautiful in many ways and she doesn't suffer from the same pride problems as Popa and Lilou.