FYI

Jul 28, 2009 19:43

I have a huge pet peeve about my exes always texting me some random ass question in relation to how I am doing then not responding. Guys, seriously... you can stop it. If you want to know, then be interested in my friendship and stop being a scared kid behind your phone. If you are just wanting info to see how I might still not be over your nuts, look elsewhere. Trust me, even if I am not over how pissed off you made me by disrespecting me publicly, talking down to me for months, or making me feel special/important/awesome when in reality I was just a piece of ass, I am definitely over you.

Yes, this is a passive aggressive post, but damn.... this is the third guy to be all "hi...." in the past week to check in on me that did not respond to the text I sent back. Seriously? I'm just so sick of it and none of those turd muffins read this, so I am all good.

I will never again date a kiddo even one month younger than me as they are all confused little boys trying to play big boy with their ways. I feel like they see this awesome bad ass all looking hot in her heels in the corner when a youngin' comes along, wants a piece, and puts on his dashing coat and top hat (with monocle). Now, I am not hating on these guys too hard because... let's be honest, they were all trying to understand who they were in this world and are still doing so right now. But I will fucking hate on them confusing the hell out of me with their "words" and "actions." I will forgive them, but never let them back in. Take a shit on my trust, and I'm outtie. I don't have time to try to trust someone who has already proven they can't be trusted with their own feelings.

I've really come to the conclusion about something fairly important. Sum up the past three relationships (eh, let's make it four with D, though he's not young), and you will see me knowing what to do and say but not doing it. I have the responsibility of acting when I am the more emotionally cognitive and mature partner.

Fuck, I have the responsibility of acting because I should care more about myself than the others.

Yeah, so that's that. If you are one of those guys/gals that texts their former partner to see how they are doing, please stop. You only piss the partner off as it's not a genuine attempt to give a fuck.

So, unless you give a fuck (or a shit), don't text. Or email. Or call.

p.s. This was mostly written laughing, tongue in cheek, and with a devilish smirk that asked to be proven wrong.

p.s.s. I could really use people's good vibes for this next week. Coupled with PMS (yes, it's like an actual depression...except hormonal) and boy troubles (read: pissing me off with their egocentric interpretation of me), I'm really losing it with either being lazy and getting nothing done, ease to anger, or binge eating like a bulimic cat.

boys, i don't give a fuck, stress, bad ass

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