Jun 19, 2008 21:45
So last week I was told I should get a boyfriend. And this suggestion threw me off quite a bit. Why should I get a boyfriend? Who the fuck are you to tell me I should get a boyfriend? We had a long chat and he told me he said that because he thinks I should be happy, and that I'm wonderful and amazing and I should have whatever I want.
Well the person who suggested this is someone I used to date who dumped me to get back with his ex girlfriend
I think he was only suggesting I get a boyfriend so that once I have one he will be free of the guilt for totally fucking me over a year ago.
But anyways this got me thinking a lot about relationships. I don't think about relationships that much. Especially during the school. It hasn't been something I've wanted. I'd much rather just fuck around ( figuratively sometimes literally speaking) But now that its summer ive had time to think about this whole relationship thing. I mean I want to have kids one day and I don't want to have them alone. So I guess at one point or several points I'm going to have to enter a relationship.
So in the last week I've read three different books about relationships. These books are all directed at women in their late thirties who are desperate for a wedding. I am not one of these women, but I don't want to end up like them.
From all of these books I basically gathered the same mantra. 'No matter how afraid you are of your eggs drying up, don't settle"
And thats pretty much what I've known all along. The reason I don't have a boyfriend is because I haven't found the person who will make want to be in a relationship. I've always known that its better to be single than to be in a relationship with someone you know isn't right for you.
So back to my original point. Fuck you, guy who said I should get a BF. I'll get one when I'm good and ready and I meet the person who I want to my boyfriend. And who the fuck are you to tell me I deserve to be happy. All you've ever done since I've met you is made me life a living hell. Get the fuck out of my face. Die.
Ok maybe I'm being a little melodramatic, but you get the point.