Ok, I’m getting tired of being polite to certain people. Look, I have no problem if you want to live your life like a to-do list of things you want to brag about later, but I’ve been way too many times around the block to be your audience or sidekick. And if you’re not sharp enough to tell that I’ve been-there, done that for most of your items, I really have no need to prove myself to you. So take no offense if I decline following along. Go “live your life to the fullest” like they’ve told you you’re supposed to do. I already have a life, and it’s plenty well-seasoned and spiced without your guest appearance.
And while the relationship paparazzi-celebrity is clearly symbiotic, their connection with the general public is parasitic and can only be remedied when the later refuses to engage.
For every potential alternative you unearth, a million fucking haters will surface to shit on it.
“By the time the fool has learned the game, the players have dispersed.”
Just saw someone post a “How to explain gays to your child” link online. The first thought that came to my mind makes me very proud: in my case I had to try to explain to my child “people that think gays shouldn’t exist”. (#GayGodmother, bitches)
For those of you afflicted by a profound crush or infatuated with someone to the point of pain, know that time will always knock that idol down on its ass. Age has taught me this repeatedly. Follow your heart, but never let it bleed.