No ______, you don’t understand, when you say shit like ‘oh well I don’t know about that’ it pisses me off… why? Because I just fucking told you about that. You asked a question about the origins of the Friday the 13 superstition, and I told you. I told you a FACT about the origin of something. I’ve answered questions that you know absolutely nothing about, with cold hard facts… yes, colder and harder than my soul, and yet you STILL refuse to say you know anything about that. If I was going to lie about it, or pull something out of my ass, believe me, it would be way better.
Another infuriating thing is that little pet phrase of yours: ‘it is what it is’. How DARE you, I mean HOW FUCKING DARE YOU, trivialize some of the most traumatic aspects of my life with five monosyllabic and over used words that mean absolutely nothing and havent even the slightest tinge of sincerity behind them? Then on top of that you have the audacity to laugh. BEYOND that you try to change the subject with the question that you ask every 5 min. “if you were here right now, would you kiss me? Would you let me kiss you?” No. not with that fucking attitude and the obscene cockiness that you display every single time. Another thing, you bringing up the age difference, isn’t helping the cause either. You want a student? Schedule more lessons, I met you at the age difference. Saying that people like me can appreciate people like you is one of the most condescending things that you can come up with.
Lemme tell you something _____; I hesitate to do this since you are so fond of pouting, and quite frankly, it’s going to make you cry if I lose hold of the restraint that I actually pride myself on using with you: I don’t swoon over you. You want a groupie? Start messaging back all of those girls who were bitching on the fan boards about us talking. If that’s the kind of thing you want, then fine, I wont begrudge you of that and I couldn’t think much if any less of you right now, so go for it.
This double standard and ridiculous jealousy game you play, asking, and then TELLING me that I’m seeing somebody has gotten out of hand. We arent together, to my knowledge we never have been. I don’t throw my relationships in your face, yet you flaunt yours in mine. If you want me to be jealous, alright. I’ll throw a fit if it will stop these school yard mind games that you think youre pulling off.
No _____, I won’t like it when you bring me roses. No, I won’t kiss you for it. Most anybody else, I probably would because they would see it as a nice and thoughtful albeit frivolous gesture, however I have told you time and time again that I find roses to be cliché, and more over, I even went as far as to tell you why. That being said, where the fuck do you get off trying to ‘school’ me in pop culture? I can understand people not being terribly well versed or well read in the american lit genre, but to not even catch the reference from the zombies song, is wrong on SOOOOO many levels. Lemme clue you into something, it was on the soundtrack for The Big Chill. That film and its soundtrack paved the way for what the modern soundtrack is. Totally culturally relevant and actually more you ‘time’ than mine. I’m not talking obscure shit here either. This is something I’ve told you time and time again yet you still ‘know nothing about that’. Well then GOOGLE it for FUCK SAKE.
Yes, _____, perhaps one day there will be a man who could change my view on roses, or at least lighten my mood when roses are handed to me, but it still doesn’t take away the cliché factor. Well, in his (whomever it may be if there ever is the chance) it would take away the cliché factor. But this isn’t me being coy when I say “DO.NOT.BRING.ME.ROSES.GODDAMNIT.” that’s a no that means no.
Why do I even answer your calls? Why? Last night bragging about how you have two different kinds of ‘fame’ and weighing the two and then bitching about it is not a turn on. If I wanted to be honest and candid I would have told you a long time ago that you arent really a ‘first’ for me; in that sense. Not by a long shot. You are one of my options biggest fans. Do I rub this in your face? No. could I? of course. Should I? I’m actually starting to think I should.
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