WOW. I am pissed. I know that you aren't supposed to write things like this when you're mad, and you are supposed to sleep on it, write a letter and never mail it, etc. F that.
"You think I'm crazy, I got your crazy" - B. Spears
I know the right way to confront someone when I'm upset, and I never do it the p.c. way. I wait until it's too far gone. So here we are, crown and diet, mickey avalon and a rant. This is gonna make me feel better. I just know it.
Boys are ugh. They are inconsiderate jerks about 65-95 percent of the time, depending on the dude of course. I am somewhat lucky for now in the fact that I'm dating someone on the closer to 65 percent range of the jackass scale. . . but he still has the ability to act like a f*%k face. And granted, a well thought out, slightly sarcastic text message is not the way to say "you hurt my feelings" but if you pour gas on the fire by saying the following things:
1. Oh stop acting like a victim
2. My bad, It's all my fault
3. K
It's on.
I hate it when boys say girls are crazy. Of course we are. Did you expect something different? We don't know how else to communicate that we care to your pea brains. We go overboard. ALL THE TIME. Yes, my head will explode when I don't think that I'm a priority in your life. But I will also go above and beyond to make you know that I give a damn about you. You don't get one without the other. Once I got dumped (that sounds funny, I've been dumped more than once. . . ) but this particular time, a guy said to me "if you had acted right this would have never happened" If I would've acted "right" I probably would have been long divorced by now. I'm not a certified psycho. I'm not gonna pull a Left Eye and burn your house down. I AM going to say call me when you actually care. And I mean it.
I'm not afraid of the way I feel. I'm not afraid that someone else will never appreciate my crazy-ness. I'm not really even afraid of being alone. I am sick to death of guys that think it's okay to take a relationship for granted. Because when you boil it down to the bare bones (because you have to talk on a first grade level to make the light come on sometimes) a girlfriend/boyfriend is a realtionship like you have with anyone else. It's like answering the phone when your mom calls for the tenth time to ask a question that she's forgotten the answer to. . . again. It's like listening to your friend cry for the millionth time over a "dead horse relationship" and crying with her. It's like making a trip halfway across the country to hang out with a college roomie who is in a new scary place just so that they know you care and that you are cheering them on. It's making a flipping phone call to someone that you talk about sharing a lifetime with during your "boys drinking weekend" because you said you would. It's sunshine and water. It's love. It's necessary even if it isn't a convenient at the time.
Eastmountainsouth. So are you to me.
as the music at the banquet
as the wine before the meal
as the firelight in the night
so are you to me
as the ruby in the setting
as the fruit upon the tree
as the wind blows over the plains
so are you to me
as the wind blows over the plains
so are you to me
so are you to me
This is the way I really do feel. I'm not great enough to write things like this, so I borrow others words. (don't judge, I LOVE math and science) I hate it when basic communication is a bitch. Its not hard or strenuous, but it is a detail. Will someone please wake me up when the stupid questions have answers?? I'm tired.
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