The reason why I asked for people to tell me what pissed
them off in a Facebook status is because I had zero opinion about anything
today. I’m tired, I’m at work while the sun is shining outside in the glorious
spring weather and my hair is disgusting. Yeah, screw you haters. Today, I just don’t care about life.
Once you guys started listing everything that is wrong with the
world, I somehow found a passion, a reason to live...messed up right. As an ex-boyfriend once told me whilst we were still dating, “you’re so fucked”. NB: the end of that statement was actually, "...up that no one will ever want you." ASSHOLE.
Cue rant.
I really wanted to talk about how much I bloody hate Pitbull
and Flo Rida because combined, they have managed to destroy every single song
in the history of the world. And I really hate people who drive in the right
hand lane at 40km/h. The massive sign says KEEP LEFT UNLESS OVERTAKING for a
reason. And I really wanted to rant about how much I hate keyboard warriors who
troll over Facebook and think they are amazing because they get a thousand
likes.
Yes today I hate the world.
There’s nothing wrong with relationships. If you want to have
one, by all means, go right ahead. I hope you are very happy together. At this
stage in my life, it’s not for me. I can’t compromise or risk losing one ounce
of my individuality. Just this mental blockade I have.
Don’t get me wrong. I love those nights in where you cuddle
up to someone and watch movies and do nothing…and then that nothing either
turns into a bit of somethin’ somethin’ or you end up falling asleep and
drooling all over each other.
That bit where you start talking about, ‘where the
relationship is at’, or put any sort of label on it? I’m out.
Yeah, I have the mentality of a dude.
But the main reason I can’t do relationships, is because I can’t
fucking handle PDA’s.
Eat shit and die.
Interestingly, I’m a complete fiend for big romantic gestures
and even little ones… as long as you don’t make out in front of me or call each
other baby in that annoying whingey tone. Agh, I can't stand that teenage
couple - the girl in black and white striped leggings - that makes out using SO
MUCH TONGUE in the middle of the shopping centre, or on seat in front of me on
the train. I don’t want to see your tongue in his mouth. I don’t even like it
when I see that in porn. I DON’T EVEN ENJOY THAT MUCH TONGUE IN MY OWN MOUTH.
I strictly maintain that the tongue has better
uses elsewhere. Like for talking or on an ice cream. Or for downstairs sexy
time.
Each to their own, if you enjoy eating each other’s faces by
all means, just please don’t do it in a public forum.
Or ever.