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~ The Blog, Chapter 13 - It's the end of the world as we know it... [More nice think-throughs! ~
Currently on: 'It's the End of the World As We Know It [and I feel fine!]' by R.E.M.
~ At the moment I'm playing a currently-under-construction R.E.M. playlist, and it got me back to thinking on some stuff. In this case, relationships.
In my past handful of drama with the relationship department, as I'm sure I noted at one point or another, I'm fairly fed up with guys. I have a blind date tonight [which in the back of my mind it's like, 'this shit isn't going to be fun'--I hate blind dates!! fuckin' hell!!] with a 27-year-old high school teacher who likes the Order. I have only seen one pic of him, and while he seems decent looking, he might probably not be my type. Though I will admit, he kinda sorta looks like Hooky in his Joy Division days.
I just don't know how the Helen of Troy I'm gonna survive this. I mean, we're going out to a concert. And I have to work tomorrow. There'll be hell to pay for this. Mark my words!!
The longest relationship I had was nearly 2 years. During that time I was engaged. Things were great and whatnot. But then things sorta fell apart. I let him go over stupid stuff, and maybe I shouldn't have. Hell, by now I'd probably be happily fuckin' married!! Or maybe not. But still.
And anyway, guys have a tendency of lookin' up to me as a so-called 'guidance counsellor' in the cupid department. Look, I may be a good friend and all, but for the sake of all that's good, come on!! I'm not a freckin' relationship shrink, for all it's worth!!
I mean, for all I care, your relationship could fuck up and some odd suggestion from me would probably save it. And what does it do for me in my relationships? Nothing. Why? 'Cause I'm single. Miserably single.
Now being single does have its good points. One, I could oogle at guys all I want. Two, I could probably go out on dates and stuff [though guys rarely (and I mean 1 out of a 1,000 odds!) ask me out]. Three, eh...
three...
aww podge. I guess that's it there.
The downsides to being single:
1] I sit at home on Valentine's Day [the one year of the day I hate the absolute most], hearing depressing love-song crap while every one of my friends [because they ALL have boyfriends/girlfriends/husbands/wives] go out on happy mushy dates. I hate it when they fucking talk about it. Especially on 2/14. It is very underrated, but I really should vent about it. I'm fed up about it. And as I like to say, fuck Cupid.
[Before I continue, I apologize for the excessive use of the F-bomb today. Long weekend.
]
2] Whenever I sit and hang out with said circle of friends, they talk about their relationships, and it eventually gets down to the conversation of 'Hey Sunshine, why haven't you found yourself a boyfriend yet?' It makes me want to slap 'em and answer 'Maybe it's because no one sees anything in me and because I'm just some ugly duckling that no one sees past the appearance to find the prettiness within!?'
3] All the guys are taken. I get left with the losers. I hate that.
4] I go alone to nearly anywhere, for the most part.
5] Having to stand against the wall when it's time to dance at most parties, just because I have no one, therefore no one to dance with, and thus resulting in the fear of making a complete and total dancing ass of myself.
And finally for this rant, the why of it all.
1] All the nice guys are taken. I think I already said that.
2] 'Sunshine, you're such a sweetheart! I just don't believe you don't have a boyfriend!! Doesn't it suck that you can't get a guy!? I mean, why don't guys just go to you because you're adorable, sweet and insanely silly in the funniest way?' --I don't know. Maybe because the majority of men are idiots who don't know any fuckin' better?
3] I've been told plenty times that I'm a nice girl but that I'm also not their type. That has and always will depress me like you have no idea. It's pathetic really. If I'm sweet and all but not their type, what am I then? Chopped liver!?
4] Guys don't see past most appearances, I think. I mean, I guess I'm cute. [
Hello, Jennifer Rose!! You are absofuckin'lutely beautiful!! Really, you are!! And if guys don't see anything in you then they're just idiots!! They're worse than blind as bats!!] But then again guys don't tend to look past my strange appearance. And I don't like changing for anyone but me.
I know I'm beautiful. I'm sweet. I'm funny and a bit odd and quirky, but still cute. So why am I still single?
Because guys either don't give a damn or just want a piece of ass, which is what another percentage of most guys I've ran into think of me. Just another possible slut. And, as Morrissey would best put it, 'It's such a sad thing'.
In all honesty, why am I stuck with the losers? I don't want to have to be stuck to fight through the losers, but yet that's all I have to deal with in the end. It's a total shame. A real honest shame.
I don't know. I guess I'm just upset that men would give half a damn to try to find some golden [or silver, because I like silver better than gold, 'nuff said/end of] heart beneath the rags.
I am, always and for ever more, destined to be a lonely Cinderella.
I guess that's all for now. I have to get ready for this stupid blind date. I hate blind dates. I'm not psyched for this now.
I NEED A FUCKING HUG, GODDAMNIT!!
~ 'Sunshine' - got the spirit, lost the feeling.
[Currently on: 'Bittersweet Me' ~ R.E.M.]
~ At the moment I'm playing a currently-under-construction R.E.M. playlist, and it got me back to thinking on some stuff. In this case, relationships.
In my past handful of drama with the relationship department, as I'm sure I noted at one point or another, I'm fairly fed up with guys. I have a blind date tonight [which in the back of my mind it's like, 'this shit isn't going to be fun'--I hate blind dates!! fuckin' hell!!] with a 27-year-old high school teacher who likes the Order. I have only seen one pic of him, and while he seems decent looking, he might probably not be my type. Though I will admit, he kinda sorta looks like Hooky in his Joy Division days.
I just don't know how the Helen of Troy I'm gonna survive this. I mean, we're going out to a concert. And I have to work tomorrow. There'll be hell to pay for this. Mark my words!!
The longest relationship I had was nearly 2 years. During that time I was engaged. Things were great and whatnot. But then things sorta fell apart. I let him go over stupid stuff, and maybe I shouldn't have. Hell, by now I'd probably be happily fuckin' married!! Or maybe not. But still.
And anyway, guys have a tendency of lookin' up to me as a so-called 'guidance counsellor' in the cupid department. Look, I may be a good friend and all, but for the sake of all that's good, come on!! I'm not a freckin' relationship shrink, for all it's worth!!
I mean, for all I care, your relationship could fuck up and some odd suggestion from me would probably save it. And what does it do for me in my relationships? Nothing. Why? 'Cause I'm single. Miserably single.
Now being single does have its good points. One, I could oogle at guys all I want. Two, I could probably go out on dates and stuff [though guys rarely (and I mean 1 out of a 1,000 odds!) ask me out]. Three, eh...
three...
aww podge. I guess that's it there.
The downsides to being single:
1] I sit at home on Valentine's Day [the one year of the day I hate the absolute most], hearing depressing love-song crap while every one of my friends [because they ALL have boyfriends/girlfriends/husbands/wives] go out on happy mushy dates. I hate it when they fucking talk about it. Especially on 2/14. It is very underrated, but I really should vent about it. I'm fed up about it. And as I like to say, fuck Cupid.
[Before I continue, I apologize for the excessive use of the F-bomb today. Long weekend.
]2] Whenever I sit and hang out with said circle of friends, they talk about their relationships, and it eventually gets down to the conversation of 'Hey Sunshine, why haven't you found yourself a boyfriend yet?' It makes me want to slap 'em and answer 'Maybe it's because no one sees anything in me and because I'm just some ugly duckling that no one sees past the appearance to find the prettiness within!?'
3] All the guys are taken. I get left with the losers. I hate that.
4] I go alone to nearly anywhere, for the most part.
5] Having to stand against the wall when it's time to dance at most parties, just because I have no one, therefore no one to dance with, and thus resulting in the fear of making a complete and total dancing ass of myself.
And finally for this rant, the why of it all.
1] All the nice guys are taken. I think I already said that.
2] 'Sunshine, you're such a sweetheart! I just don't believe you don't have a boyfriend!! Doesn't it suck that you can't get a guy!? I mean, why don't guys just go to you because you're adorable, sweet and insanely silly in the funniest way?' --I don't know. Maybe because the majority of men are idiots who don't know any fuckin' better?
3] I've been told plenty times that I'm a nice girl but that I'm also not their type. That has and always will depress me like you have no idea. It's pathetic really. If I'm sweet and all but not their type, what am I then? Chopped liver!?
4] Guys don't see past most appearances, I think. I mean, I guess I'm cute. [
Hello, Jennifer Rose!! You are absofuckin'lutely beautiful!! Really, you are!! And if guys don't see anything in you then they're just idiots!! They're worse than blind as bats!!] But then again guys don't tend to look past my strange appearance. And I don't like changing for anyone but me.I know I'm beautiful. I'm sweet. I'm funny and a bit odd and quirky, but still cute. So why am I still single?
Because guys either don't give a damn or just want a piece of ass, which is what another percentage of most guys I've ran into think of me. Just another possible slut. And, as Morrissey would best put it, 'It's such a sad thing'.
In all honesty, why am I stuck with the losers? I don't want to have to be stuck to fight through the losers, but yet that's all I have to deal with in the end. It's a total shame. A real honest shame.
I don't know. I guess I'm just upset that men would give half a damn to try to find some golden [or silver, because I like silver better than gold, 'nuff said/end of] heart beneath the rags.
I am, always and for ever more, destined to be a lonely Cinderella.
I guess that's all for now. I have to get ready for this stupid blind date. I hate blind dates. I'm not psyched for this now.
I NEED A FUCKING HUG, GODDAMNIT!!
~ 'Sunshine' - got the spirit, lost the feeling.
[Currently on: 'Bittersweet Me' ~ R.E.M.]