I have this kind of mental illness, but I'm aware of it and try to keep it in perspective.

She's a doormat. She finds joy in making others happy, however she feels suffocated by the concept of responsibility.

The idea that there is something in her life that she had "no coice" over, that limits her freedom is grating and aggravating.

Just like I'm annoyed that I must wake up early, take care of my dogs needs, go work for 8 hours, come home, take care of my wifes needs, and potentially have a few hours to myself to do whatever I want.

The only problem is that she wants freedom for NOTHING. She wants freedom to eat at far away restaurants, or look at pretty scenery far away. What a fucking dumb boring life.

Women think having *been* places and *seen* places that it makes them interesting and nuanced. But the women I meet who do this shit literally just stay in hotels, go to tourist traps, and eat at bad restaurants that other travel blogs told them to go to. They usually have no new insights into culture, or people, or history.

She wants a life of consumption which is a meaningless life. She wants to do nothing and disappear, and instead now she matters and must do work.