"I haven't really had a happy life,' Annabelle said. 'I think I was too obsessed with love. I fell for guys too easily; once they got what they wanted, they dumped me and I got hurt. It took me years to come to terms with the cliche that men don't make love because they're in love, but because they're turned on. Everyone around me knew that and lived like that - I grew up in a liberated environment - but I never enjoyed the game for its own sake. In the end, even the sex started to disgust me; I couldn't stand their triumphant little smiles when I took off my dress, or their idiot leers when they came and especially their boorishness once it was all over and done with. They were spineless, pathetic and pretentious. In the end, it was too painful to know they thought of me as just another piece of meat. I was prime cut, I suppose, because I was physically perfect, and they were proud to take me and show me off in a restaurant. [...] I'd slept with dozens of men and there wasn't one of them worth remembering. I decided to give up, to stop playing the game. I live a quiet, joyless life. In the evening I read, I make herbal tea and hot drinks. I go to see my parents every weekend and spend a lot of time looking after my nephew and nieces. Sometimes I get scared at night; I have trouble sleeping; it's true I need a man around. I take tranquilizers and sleeping pills, but they're never really enough. I just want life to go by as quickly as possible." — Annabelle, The Elementary Particles,
It is refreshing to have protagonists that are not admirable. — darthbarracuda
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