I'm staring at the screen again like a retard, hoping I get enough inspiration and my life is reaching a shitty point on which I can write something worth reading, like a rant.
10 minutes have passed and I'm still here, waiting for something to strike me.
Boys. Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em...
Actually I do think we can live without them, LESBIANS FOR EVERYONE!
There goes reproduction.
Men probably have the same opinion on us women, but I think they are the most complicated beings in the universe. They never know what they want, and when they do, it's always something stupid and meaningless, and most of the time, sex and porn. But I'm not here to talk about men's unfulfilled sexual impulses (I'll leave that for some other day), I'm here to talk about their ignorance on feelings and their insensitive responses to such.
I will state, forehand, that I do not think all men are like this, just 99.99 % of them are. The rest 0.01 % are out there hiding from nice girls like me, have a bitchy girlfriend, or are homosexual.... or gay (Homosexual is a word too fancy for me). The rest of them are retards with a black hole for a heart.
So, this 99.99 % of dudes just want to get in your pants, and when they're done they just leave. This is something I will never understand. Why have sex with a bunch of random girls with herpes and aids when you can settle with one girl and carry out the same deed? Is there really so much variety in vaginas out there, that you just HAVE to try them all?
"Gotta catch 'em all!" - Pokemon
Women aren't like Pokemon, and I'm sure most guys are disappointed by this.
The sweet guys are mostly scared (or so I'm told) of getting hurt and such, and then they lie a lot and leave us girls hanging and wondering what the fuck is wrong with them, or the other variant, what the fuck is wrong with US. Then we wallow in self despair crying in a corner sucking our thumb while rocking back and forth in a fetal position. I've always thought that, if a relationship is going to make you suffer, then don't have one at all, cause it's not worth your tears or suffering. Tell him to go fuck himself with a loaf of bread. He'll come around eventually.
I was talking to a friend yesterday, who asked me what qualities I like in a guy, which got me thinking. And I realized.... I AM VERY FUCKING PICKY. And not in physical sense, mostly in personality. I believe you should be with a person for who they are, not what the look like. But if he looks good, then HEY, I'm not gonna complain. Cause there is no point in being with someone who has the perfect personality but his image doesn't appeal to you, and you don't want to be anywhere near him. Like he's at your house and you're both sitting on the couch but you're at one end of the couch trying to be as far away from him as possible and shielding your eyes with a pillow because your eyes bleed every time you look at him. Yeah, that's comfy.
Point is, we shouldn't be TOO picky. Cause then you'll end up never finding someone with all those bunch of qualities you want, because no one is fucking perfect. Picture yourself still living alone at 50 with a bunch of cats to keep you company. That's how you end up if you close yourself off.
And you don't want to be a crazy cat lady/man.
10 minutes have passed and I'm still here, waiting for something to strike me.
Boys. Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em...
Actually I do think we can live without them, LESBIANS FOR EVERYONE!
There goes reproduction.
Men probably have the same opinion on us women, but I think they are the most complicated beings in the universe. They never know what they want, and when they do, it's always something stupid and meaningless, and most of the time, sex and porn. But I'm not here to talk about men's unfulfilled sexual impulses (I'll leave that for some other day), I'm here to talk about their ignorance on feelings and their insensitive responses to such.
I will state, forehand, that I do not think all men are like this, just 99.99 % of them are. The rest 0.01 % are out there hiding from nice girls like me, have a bitchy girlfriend, or are homosexual.... or gay (Homosexual is a word too fancy for me). The rest of them are retards with a black hole for a heart.
So, this 99.99 % of dudes just want to get in your pants, and when they're done they just leave. This is something I will never understand. Why have sex with a bunch of random girls with herpes and aids when you can settle with one girl and carry out the same deed? Is there really so much variety in vaginas out there, that you just HAVE to try them all?
"Gotta catch 'em all!" - Pokemon
Women aren't like Pokemon, and I'm sure most guys are disappointed by this.
The sweet guys are mostly scared (or so I'm told) of getting hurt and such, and then they lie a lot and leave us girls hanging and wondering what the fuck is wrong with them, or the other variant, what the fuck is wrong with US. Then we wallow in self despair crying in a corner sucking our thumb while rocking back and forth in a fetal position. I've always thought that, if a relationship is going to make you suffer, then don't have one at all, cause it's not worth your tears or suffering. Tell him to go fuck himself with a loaf of bread. He'll come around eventually.
I was talking to a friend yesterday, who asked me what qualities I like in a guy, which got me thinking. And I realized.... I AM VERY FUCKING PICKY. And not in physical sense, mostly in personality. I believe you should be with a person for who they are, not what the look like. But if he looks good, then HEY, I'm not gonna complain. Cause there is no point in being with someone who has the perfect personality but his image doesn't appeal to you, and you don't want to be anywhere near him. Like he's at your house and you're both sitting on the couch but you're at one end of the couch trying to be as far away from him as possible and shielding your eyes with a pillow because your eyes bleed every time you look at him. Yeah, that's comfy.
Point is, we shouldn't be TOO picky. Cause then you'll end up never finding someone with all those bunch of qualities you want, because no one is fucking perfect. Picture yourself still living alone at 50 with a bunch of cats to keep you company. That's how you end up if you close yourself off.
And you don't want to be a crazy cat lady/man.
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I couldn't agree more with you! :)
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