Marc
I got laid off today. How fucking excellent is that? I had this whole plan as to how to save money, and as to how long my money was going to last me, and I get a call today informing me that I've been laid off. Great. Now, my plan is completely fucked. No more winging it until the summer. No more planning on going out every night. From here on in, technically, it should be a saltines and chicken noodle soup type affair. But we all know that's not going to happen, and I'm going to have to get a job. What a fucking crock of shit.
Sean: This guy. I used to actually not like Sean, because he used to talk about his ex-girlfriend all the time, and it got rather annoying, but now that we've hung out a ton, I think the kid is fucking aces. Seriously. Top notch material all the way. Including his friends, and sometimes the friends of his friends. But nothing prepared me for tonight. I saw him go through an entire relationship in one night. I wish I was fucking joking, but I'm not. Here it goes.
This girl, that I used to have classes with, and that I used to think was attractive, comes up to him and asks to bum a smoke. Classic move. Classic girl fucking move. Girls, as far as I'm concerned, can do anything to get whatever they want. No shit. It's the fucking truth. They bat their eyes, they fucking look in the right direction, and all of the sudden they're in. They're gold.
She and Sean start making small talk, start trivializing and mumbling about stuff. It looks like its going well, and I step out of the picture and hit the can. I come back, and he's there, and she's not, and he says that she's asked him out to coffee and he's accept because 'why not?' which is exactly what I would've said. Over the course of the next hour, things get stranger. Beer flows a bit more. People talk a bit more. She and I talk about bands. She says she can sing. I say I'm looking for a female singer. She gives me her phone number. I don't give a fuck. This is Sean's gig. I'm not interrupting.
Next I know it's closing time, and last call is announced. She pulls me over and says, "What the fuck is up with your friend? He keeps telling me how he and this guy, Dave, are gay and he's just not into it? What the fuck is that?" I have no idea how to answer this question. What do you say? How do you react? I begin. "What do you fucking care? If this guy is feeding you this line, and you think it's bullshit, and you've just met him, what the hell are you fucking worried about?" She looks perplexed. "Listen. If this is going to be a relationship, which it's probably not, then what are you sweating? He obviously might be blowing you off. I have no idea. Either way, it doesn't matter, because if neither of you have gone out on a date, and this is what you're at already, I don't see why you're even fucking bothering."
Relationships. They baffle me. Honestly. I never understood dating someone for two years if all that happened was fighting. I never understood the whole breaking up and getting back together thing. Once you're done, you're fucking done, you know? I choose to be fucking single, and as much as I bitch about it from time to time, I'm completely fucking happy. I don't go out on a nightly basis thinking I'm going to come back home and "score". I don't go out with the intentions of getting girl's phone numbers and going out on massive amounts of dates. In fact, most of the recent dating/girlfriend events that I've had have proven this fact to me. It's better to stay home. It's better to be alone. You're less disappointed that way.
Why fucking bother?
I got laid off today. How fucking excellent is that? I had this whole plan as to how to save money, and as to how long my money was going to last me, and I get a call today informing me that I've been laid off. Great. Now, my plan is completely fucked. No more winging it until the summer. No more planning on going out every night. From here on in, technically, it should be a saltines and chicken noodle soup type affair. But we all know that's not going to happen, and I'm going to have to get a job. What a fucking crock of shit.
Sean: This guy. I used to actually not like Sean, because he used to talk about his ex-girlfriend all the time, and it got rather annoying, but now that we've hung out a ton, I think the kid is fucking aces. Seriously. Top notch material all the way. Including his friends, and sometimes the friends of his friends. But nothing prepared me for tonight. I saw him go through an entire relationship in one night. I wish I was fucking joking, but I'm not. Here it goes.
This girl, that I used to have classes with, and that I used to think was attractive, comes up to him and asks to bum a smoke. Classic move. Classic girl fucking move. Girls, as far as I'm concerned, can do anything to get whatever they want. No shit. It's the fucking truth. They bat their eyes, they fucking look in the right direction, and all of the sudden they're in. They're gold.
She and Sean start making small talk, start trivializing and mumbling about stuff. It looks like its going well, and I step out of the picture and hit the can. I come back, and he's there, and she's not, and he says that she's asked him out to coffee and he's accept because 'why not?' which is exactly what I would've said. Over the course of the next hour, things get stranger. Beer flows a bit more. People talk a bit more. She and I talk about bands. She says she can sing. I say I'm looking for a female singer. She gives me her phone number. I don't give a fuck. This is Sean's gig. I'm not interrupting.
Next I know it's closing time, and last call is announced. She pulls me over and says, "What the fuck is up with your friend? He keeps telling me how he and this guy, Dave, are gay and he's just not into it? What the fuck is that?" I have no idea how to answer this question. What do you say? How do you react? I begin. "What do you fucking care? If this guy is feeding you this line, and you think it's bullshit, and you've just met him, what the hell are you fucking worried about?" She looks perplexed. "Listen. If this is going to be a relationship, which it's probably not, then what are you sweating? He obviously might be blowing you off. I have no idea. Either way, it doesn't matter, because if neither of you have gone out on a date, and this is what you're at already, I don't see why you're even fucking bothering."
Relationships. They baffle me. Honestly. I never understood dating someone for two years if all that happened was fighting. I never understood the whole breaking up and getting back together thing. Once you're done, you're fucking done, you know? I choose to be fucking single, and as much as I bitch about it from time to time, I'm completely fucking happy. I don't go out on a nightly basis thinking I'm going to come back home and "score". I don't go out with the intentions of getting girl's phone numbers and going out on massive amounts of dates. In fact, most of the recent dating/girlfriend events that I've had have proven this fact to me. It's better to stay home. It's better to be alone. You're less disappointed that way.
Why fucking bother?
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