Tuesday, February 5, 2002

Irritating Excuses for Non-Commitments

Oh, gosh, they just couldn't get married for some bull3h + reasons, so heart-aching, so sweet, whispering sweet nothings, anguish-inducing reasons.

Man, shut the hell up.  Shit like that just irritates me. I have no patience for it.  Either you are in a complete whole relationship together, or you are not, ever.  I want all of you or none of you at all.

I'm not going to tolerate any of that on-again off-again, "ehh, we're sort of in a relationship, but sometimes we're not; it's complicated."

You know what?  No, it's not.  You’re the one overcomplicating something that could very easily be straightforward.  The male equivalent of the girl who gets her life advice from cosmo.  Wimpy-assed bit-h.

Sigh.  Look, I am trying my damnedest to drum up some goddamn bitterness and/or hatred for males that put females through this.  But the fact of the matter is, any woman that finds herself in this type of situation has no one but herself to blame.  I'm sorry if that might be harsh, but it is what I firmly believe.  That is because it is the gospel truth.

If I have to hear another female complain about this 3hi+ that they put up with from their non-boyfriends.  Pain in the ass, liberal arts degree, really supports your college athletic team and expects his girlfriend to do the same.  But is he contributing anything to society?  No.

The <male> version of the whiny-assed, middle class, racist, pain-in-the ass, white girl.  I didn't think they existed.  But now I know.  Scared, graspish, shrinking back in fear, owner of weak dead flaccid handshakes.  When they go to shake your hand, these wimpy-assed no-actual-shake-to-their-handshake, they just let you sort of grab their fingertips and you have to do all the heavy lifting.

Are you any good at all at interacting with people outside of your precious little bland drab potato-salad bubble?  Forget black.  We know you don't want to know a single black person.  That’s a given, that's not news to anybody.  But have you at least met an Asian person at some point in your life?  Or perhaps a Peruvian?  Or Mongolian?  Or Canada Inuit?  The few times in their life that they have to encounter a non-middle-class-white person, like the person behind the counter at the grocery store, they fervently avoid eye contact.  They expend energy and go out of their way not to look you in the eye.

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