I Hate Valentines Day

Feb 14, 2005 11:39

The institution of St. Valentine's Day is one that is obviously a complex torture devise designed for the distinct purpose of torturing the single and dateless. I can't possibly imagine how I'm supposed to be happy and jolly and loving when I see everyone around me with their chocolates and flowers and girlfriends and smiling faces. I recieved nothing of the sort.

I bought 2 Hershey bars with my own money, and ate them both myself.

I've been feeling really low lately. I still have friends, good ones like Mike and Samantha. But it all seems so pointless. I am about the opposite of what women want. They want tall over-aggressive jackasses who will treat them like objects and keep them around with gifts whenever they're expected. I'm a short, old-fashioned nice guy who treats women with respect and will listen and console when they're feeling down. They down want me. They want a deadbeat who will leave them the second a new girl arrives with bigger boobs that they've got.

I bought 2 Hershey bars with my own money, and ate them both myself.

I'm not nieve enough to say that I'm not selfish. I'm selfish. But I'm honest. I'll tell you what I think of you and I won't lead you on. I'll give respect where it's earned, and maybe some places it's not out of courtesy. I'm not a liar and I'm not a cheater, and I'm not a drunk or a junkie or a moron who looks the other way when it suits him. I'm just alone.

I bought 2 Hershey bars with my own money, and ate them both myself.
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