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I am not going to be nice anymore. Nice people do not have relationships from being nice, they do not win in life and they most certainly do not come in first; they come in last, dead fucking last, because every other god-damned prig in the race knows they can push the nice guy down or trip him up because he'll forgive them in the end anyways; but not me, not anymore. I'm going to be mean-not poke a crying baby mean, but just-I'm going to be fierce. I'm not going to take anyone's shit anymore. If I want something, I'm going to take it. If something does not concern me, I will not push myself to care about it. I'm not going to be a pushover and I'm not going to care about anyone's pretty little feelings anymore, because people do not care about other people's feelings, it's a waste of time and you cannot do anything about it anyways, so why bother? I'm going to live my life the way that I want to live it and do as I please, damn concern for those around me. I am going to put me first. Chivalry is dead and it gets you nothing but a few half-assed, insincere smiles and nods and chivalrous acts are forgotten almost as soon as they happen, so why bother? Seriously??? People say virtues such as chivalry and altruism are the greatest, but what they really mean is that they are the most naive. People really look up to the virtues of assertiveness and self-assurance. So fuck chivalry, it doesn't get you anything but lonely Friday nights and smirks from people who think you're just being a childish naive...child...person. So damn it.
I've also come to the realization that there is no such thing as true love. Fuck every romantic movie I was weaned on as a child that filled my head with such a bullshit dream of meeting someone in a most easy and fateful way, falling in love with them, and spending the rest of my life with them. The only thing that exists is lust. Lust and whimsical, fickle attraction. The entire concept of "true love" is really just one of these forms of attraction idealized. There is no such thing as staying with one person for your entire life voluntarily; there is no such thing as everlasting love. People leave or they die or they just grow tired of your character and they move on to greener pastures, or on the off chance that two people do spend their lives together, they just do so because their too chicken shit to face the fear of being alone. So I am no longer going to waste the precious time i have on this absolutely miserable planet on dreaming about finding the girl of my dreams. She either doesn't exist or in a fantastic twist of fate's serrated edged knife, she's straight as a freaking arrow. So no more wasting my time on a ridiculous pursuit for someone and something that do not exist.
on another note, why is it that whenever i do my laundry, i always come up one sock short?
I've also come to the realization that there is no such thing as true love. Fuck every romantic movie I was weaned on as a child that filled my head with such a bullshit dream of meeting someone in a most easy and fateful way, falling in love with them, and spending the rest of my life with them. The only thing that exists is lust. Lust and whimsical, fickle attraction. The entire concept of "true love" is really just one of these forms of attraction idealized. There is no such thing as staying with one person for your entire life voluntarily; there is no such thing as everlasting love. People leave or they die or they just grow tired of your character and they move on to greener pastures, or on the off chance that two people do spend their lives together, they just do so because their too chicken shit to face the fear of being alone. So I am no longer going to waste the precious time i have on this absolutely miserable planet on dreaming about finding the girl of my dreams. She either doesn't exist or in a fantastic twist of fate's serrated edged knife, she's straight as a freaking arrow. So no more wasting my time on a ridiculous pursuit for someone and something that do not exist.
on another note, why is it that whenever i do my laundry, i always come up one sock short?