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Still Sippin On That HateradeWhy are all the right guys just not right?Why are women more attracted to The Asshole as opposed to The Nice Guy? An age old question, but let's dissect this and take a closer look: The Asshole - He always says the wrong things, which have slowly adapted to becoming the right things. He makes you genuinely laugh somehow, even if what he's saying isn't really all that hilarious at all. His main focus is himself and you always come second, although he charismatically reassures you that you're his world. He is the epitome of the man portrayed in "Say My Name" by Destiny's Child, always whispering his barely audible "I love you"s and "I miss you"s. Sometimes he just doesn't pick up the phone, and then gives you such a far fetched excuse that you start believing him. He defends himself with a lot of "If I didn't love you, then I wouldn't..."s, and yet continues to come home right as the sun is coming up. He doesn't like you hanging around his friends, because they might air out all his dirty laundry. He says the sweetest shit when you two are alone, but treats you like a complete stranger in public because he "doesn't like PDA," but yet is all about displaying all sorts of affection with his girl "friends". He is the best fuck of your life. The Nice Guy - He has lines from romantic comedies for days, which are so magical in a movie theater on the big screen, but irks the hell out of you in reality. This guy is all about giving you wake up calls, 5 minute smoke break calls, I'll bring you lunch calls, I'm here for lunch calls, after school/work calls, what I'm eating for dinner calls, what I'm doing after dinner calls, and goodnight and sweet dreams calls. Where do your damn minutes come from? Are they rollovers or what? He is constantly telling you how much he likes you and is thinking about you, and wanting to be with you (everything that you always want to hear from The Asshole). He is considerate and thoughtful, always doing cute things for you and leaving you love notes or any type of memorabilia that will prompt you to think about him and his undying affection for you. He pops your personal bubble everytime he's with you, in public or not. He is a bad fuck, if not the worst. Now, if you had met your Asshole under different circumstances, and your Asshole was a Nice Guy...we all know that he would be thrown in and tossed to the side with the other Nice Guys, and you would be unsatisfied and still in search of The Asshole that you're hoping to change into The Nice Guy. This is where it gets confusing. The Asshole = No good The Nice Guy = No good The Asshole --> The Nice Guy = The Right Guy Due to whatever mathematical/chemical properties, somehow this formula works for many women as mentally unhealthy it can be. Don't worry Nice Guys, we all grow out of our Asshole phases sometime...and someday you guys will be the center of our attention. In the meantime, I would just like you guys to know that I do deeply appreciate your kind. Keep it up and within a few years I'm all yours. Goodnight. | |
How does it feel...to know that the lips you love on yours are infatutated with someone else's or that the body that you once claimed to worship is rubbing against someone else's or that the daily, guaranteed "i love you"s are now hard to grasp because they are being directed at someone else or the eyes that you used to gaze into with so much intensity have become empty, and they light up when you're not around or the hands you used to hold slip away so easily now because they fit better with another pair or that it gets easier and easier to humor you or that the word, "special," isn't that special anymore or when your sex becomes a daily a chore, like a shower. It gets wet, it feels good, and over in about 10 minutes. or when you realize that the girl you fucked over so many times before will never be yours again.
No woman in her right mind should ever have to ASK to be held or kissed like it would be the last time. That piece of knowledge is a prequisite to the gateways of all the pleasures that women provide. And knowledge is power so read into everything I am trying to tell you. If you are lucky enough to find someone who is willing to take care of you and stroke your ego (all two of them)...don't. fuck. it. up. Put the pussy on a pedestal because then you'll recognize its worth, and then you'll recognize the worth of her mind, body, and soul. Don't become just another call, just another text...just another one. | |||
"Soothing Like the Sunset""What's a quality in anyone that's your weakness? In a good or bad way?" The four of us sat there in various positions in our chairs, each racking our brains attempting to find the right answer that would satisfy ourselves. I noticed that we didn't place ourselves in a circle facing each other, but instead in an oblong shape with meaning. It meant that we were all secure enough with ourselves to not have to place ourselves in close proximity to each other, no matter how much we understood and loved each other. Just the slight space away from each chair allowed us to dive into our own world to really dig down deep to purely think, with no need to impress. Half of us sipped on tea, while the other half sipped on hot chocolate, making the differences in opinions and preferences apparent. Four people from four different backgrounds came together to become just a little more individually stronger by willingly revealing even just a pinch of their vulnerability. Even through their hard times verbally told, they were all beautiful. The tone of truth and authenticity was unbearable in a sense that it was difficult to understand that these people are real. This happiness that they automatically make me emit is....real.
"The ability to be appreciative," was the answer that we agreed on.
We each nodded, feeling a sense of closure, feeling a little more ready to conquer the world. And as we each stood up to walk back into the real world, I smiled to myself and even the cold night couldn't stop anyone or anything from mollifying me, because I knew that I got my time of refuge to collect some sanity before another day begins...
..and I am grateful, and I appreciate.
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If You Don't Need Itdon't take it, but if you do take it...don't keep it. You know that shirt that your mom tells you not to buy because it's not worth it? Yeah...it's kinda like that. I know my closet is full of clothes that I barely wear, but I'm just not smart enough to leave the tags on and take it back to the store for a refund or an exchange. If that guy in your life isn't doing much to benefit your life...don't keep him around, he wasn't worth that much anyways. $15.80 at most. Don't fall for those fancy rhinestones or that brand name that everyone's got on...you can and will find something else that'll fit better that doesn't cost as much heartbreak when you spend all that damn money. Basically... If he ain't gonna love you or treat you the way he SHOULD then let it go. Don't settle for what you think a relationship should be, or what he makes you think it should be. There is compromise in many aspects of a relationship, but if he isn't treating you the way you think he should be then let that motherfucker go! Shit..
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Home is Where it Really Smells Like YouI'm 20 years old and I am now peacefully settled in my 3rd apartment (in one school year, mind you). Home hasn't been what it used to be, and I blame the Irvine Company with their neglect of our leak/mold problem. However, in this new apartment, Home is my sanctuary, a place to be where I can just let go. Home is where I don't have to suck in my gut, where I can be satisfied with just t.v. dinners, where I can be attractively flatulent, where I can sing at the top of my lungs, and where I can just lay down on the clean carpet with my roommates counting how many thumbtacks are on the ceiling, thanks to the previous residents. Yes, Home is like a good relationship. I guess I'm done moving for now. But once there is a hint of leaks and mold, I'm leaving with my middle finger up in the air...the right one. Anyways if you guys can check out this video..it's of Garnet and me messing around with "Like A Star". | |||
