If that's all there is then there's no point for me
I’m 29 and I’m still a child. In some ways that’s awesome - In others, it’s completely pathetic. I don’t own a vacuum cleaner, but I do have a stack of comic books. I don’t have a good credit rating, but I do have some really neat action figures. I don’t even have a driver’s license. I’ve never lived on my own. I’ve only had two boyfriends and I’ve never been in a relationship that lasted longer than 5 months.
When I was 19 the idea of marriage kind of made me want to yark. And kids? Eegads! After finding a person or two that I didn’t want to kick out of my bed immediately after dirty fun time, marriage started to sound kind of nice. Kids are still a big fat never (although, I think pretty highly of myself and feel that my genes should be inflicted upon the world for generations to come). I’m not sure how much of my aversion to breeding is that I don’t feel like I could ever adequately support a child and how much is not wanting a squirming larvae growing inside of me.
None of this really matters. I’m not attracted to anyone anymore. I mean, when did 30 year old men become skinny, hipster retards that totally think their band is gonna make it someday? When did 30 year old women start thinking it was still a good idea to make out with other girls simply to get the attention of those skinny, hipster retards in the band? Sure, getting drunk is fun n’ stuff, but seriously - Are we still talking about how hilarious it was when we got so wasted the other night that we puked all over the sidewalk and how the puddle of vomit looked exactly like Jesus? Are we still convinced that if we do some E with our friends that it will totally bring us all way closer together, forming unbreakable bonds?
I think I hate all of us.
When I was 19 the idea of marriage kind of made me want to yark. And kids? Eegads! After finding a person or two that I didn’t want to kick out of my bed immediately after dirty fun time, marriage started to sound kind of nice. Kids are still a big fat never (although, I think pretty highly of myself and feel that my genes should be inflicted upon the world for generations to come). I’m not sure how much of my aversion to breeding is that I don’t feel like I could ever adequately support a child and how much is not wanting a squirming larvae growing inside of me.
None of this really matters. I’m not attracted to anyone anymore. I mean, when did 30 year old men become skinny, hipster retards that totally think their band is gonna make it someday? When did 30 year old women start thinking it was still a good idea to make out with other girls simply to get the attention of those skinny, hipster retards in the band? Sure, getting drunk is fun n’ stuff, but seriously - Are we still talking about how hilarious it was when we got so wasted the other night that we puked all over the sidewalk and how the puddle of vomit looked exactly like Jesus? Are we still convinced that if we do some E with our friends that it will totally bring us all way closer together, forming unbreakable bonds?
I think I hate all of us.