If a tree falls on you, do you think it gives a fuck about your feelings?
What about that rock?
Unfortunately, the crazy feminist-leftist-marxist weirdos who must bleat - at great length - about every minor bruise to their ego are incapable of growing up.
Eventually you start to grow up. Eventually you start to realize. Life is short. Your energy is limited. Your attention is limited.
Eventually they lose the only thing of value that they ever had. Then they will start whining and bitching about being neglected and ignored...like they still think that they are worth paying any attention to.
While at the same time, screaming in fury that a man was in the same room that they were in. Or left the room ten minutes before she walked in. Or breathed the same fucking air that she did in the hallway.
Like I said, way back when: I don't have time for this crap. Eventually you realize it.