Buddy went into full on weird mode over the past two days.
Texting me all the time, not getting the hint that I am sore and in no mood to hang out, making uncomfortable statements that I can’t at all get behind.
And I think there are two real issues:
1. He called me, when I was at my male friends house. This isn’t that bad, until you consider that he knew I was at said friends house comforting the guy and keeping him company since this guy’s aunt had died legitimately the night before. And knowing this, S felt the need to call and be awkward and, I don’t know, remind me that he still exists? And during that phone call he asked me if my roommates boyfriend is albino… So I have no idea what to even say to that.
2. Yesterday, he texted me about 800 times, with a response rate of about 1 every 15 texts. And he sent me the strangest like obviously he thought they were joke messages? At one point he just kept texting me everything going on during the oscars, knowing I was watching the oscars. And he sent me the most immature thing I have ever read. Legitimately “hahah she said weiners.” I am just like.. repulsed?
And maybe I’m being too hard on this guy, but frankly I am so unimpressed today and just really not cool with his attitude.
And dammit, because I was excited about this guy! I genuinely thought he was gonna be cool and that I could really get on board.
So my dad does this thing. If ANYONE interrupts him while he’s working, even if it’s the first time, or just to offer him coffee, he just snaps as if this is the billionth frustration he has had to endure in the last five minutes.
I just asked him if he knew where my birth certificate is, and since everyone else has accepted this rule about interrupting, he has actually had noone talk to him at all this morning.
I thought he was going to throw a chair he got so frustrated.
My mother bought a whole pile of groceries yesterday since she knew I was coming for the week. My youngest brother felt it would be a smart idea to let me know that I must be special because she apparently never buys a whole bunch of this stuff when I’m not here. She misses me when I’m gone. My dad chimed in last night, letting me know that I can come home anytime if it means she buys desserts.
If you’re a “nice guy” to a girl up until you realize she doesn’t want to date you, then go on about how she’s a cold shrew that friendzoned you and how no girls date nice guys, like, nah mate, girls do date nice guys. You just aren’t a nice guy. You’re a passive aggressive beta with internalized misogyny and a serious victim complex.
This is so perfect I can hardly put it into words.
I hate all these people taking a shit on Valentines day like “oooh my boyfriend cheated on me once so now i’m allowed to make people who like each other feel bad” or “oooh it’s sooooo commerical” or the classic “ooooh if you rlly lub sum1 everyday shud be lyk valentines day mhmm”.
Hey man, i’m sitting in my parents house alone listening to my heart and mind shatter into pieces. For real. But i take comfort in the fact that all over the world babes are holding hands for the first time and giving each other embarrassing gifts and kissing in photo booths and losing virginities and getting their mums to drive them to some diner for a bumbling date or whatever. All that vulnerability and the intimacy borne of awkwardness and shit. I really do think it’s brilliant, and i wish it was happening to me, and i hope it happens to me soon. I may be a cold bitch but i’m being sincere about this, i’m not gonna pretend i’m above valentines day or try to say love is lam3. No. Love is like meth and i want it all in my veins and scabbing up my face with romance blisters and rotting out my teeth and giving me that sexy meth-frizz ‘do.