It’s quite amazing how inconsiderate the human race is. I cannot speak on the past, since I haven’t lived in the past, but I sure hope that back way when dinosaurs ruled the earth every creature was a bit more caring. I’ve been bothered for the past few days, especially with contacts on BBM. Now, I fully do not mind meeting new people or getting random adds because it is totally awesome. In fact, ask box me and I will give you my PIN. On topic though. I’ve been receiving a lot of broadcast messages like, “If you think I’m pretty send me such an emoticon, if you think I’m fat send me this one, etc.” Are we so insecure that we need strangers on our messenger lists to tell us how beautiful we are? On top of that, some people will add you and will be complete douche bags when they message you. That’s when I think, why would you even add me in the first place? Or when people message you and their first message is n4n. No. Then they get angry. Oh excuse me for being civil, would you like me to whip out my cock every time you ask? Oh sorry let me fix that. God damn! So I experimented. Every time a broadcast came back saying PING ME IF YOU WANT ME TO RATE YOU, I Pinged the contact. I never got a single response. Is it because I’m not attractive? *cough* look at me. I’m f-f-f-fucking gorgeous. Nah, in all honesty prime guess is because I never spent time flirting up these kids saying how hot they are. Why would I? You’re half way across the world. As well, you’re probably a 14 year old kid who doesn’t even know what a penis looks like. If you’re a boy who’s doing such, you probably don’t know what a mature penis looks like. What actually gets me is when little kids are talking about how they are so in love with their boyfriends/girlfriends. Hate to be the bitch who bursts your bubble, chances are it’s not going to last. Especially if you are BBM boyfriends/girlfriends. What can you get out of that? Aha, nudes? Yum. ‘Cause those are so damn satisfying. And then there is the attention seeking. Who wants to be in my family? Who wants to be my hubby? Am I blind? Or am I just a tool? Both ways, I could care less about your fake reality you have built. I admit, I have built an “online” family, but I don’t go ahead and ask people to be part of it. You earn your way into my family. That’s where the whole dailybooth family came from. We became best friends and now whenever anyone has a problem we can turn to each others. We have countless calls of us just helping each other with problems. Real problems. I also hate the phrase “rub some dirt in it”. Listen, if I rubbed some dirt in my wound I’m going to get it infected. In no way am I ever going to rub dirt anywhere on my body. I’m going to get me some polysporin and freaking clean it up. Dude, I don’t even rub dirt on myself at the beach. I make sure to keep as clean as I can be, while having a crap load of fun. This isn’t all about the online world, I dislike how inconsiderate people are in real life too. When people make plans with you and don’t show up because they went out with their boyfriend instead. Hey listen, your friends matter too. Actually, friends matter a crap load because once that boy or girl knocks you off your feet you’re going to be so shaken up and who are you going to turn to. Your friends. And who you know who’s not going to be there? Your ‘friends’ cause they aren’t sticking to you after you’ve ditched them time after time for this relationship that isn’t going to last. You know what else, your friends are going to be the ones helping you see whether you love this tool or not. They are going to help you see them for who he or she is and not for what you think he or she is. Yes, friends have a different value than a lover, but that in no way means that you can throw them off to the side. Another thing that bothers me, someone who is in love but is slagging themselves to other people. I understand some people are super horny, but please go to the person you love, or ‘love’ for your sexual gratification. Don’t come asking me for help, I’m not going to give you it. Hell, does it look like I’m a ho? Oh it does? Damn right. I’m a fucking boat and ho. Doesn’t mean I’m your boat or ho. No, seriously. If you are in love with someone, you wouldn’t go looking for sexual gratification anywhere else. I’d take it that that is one of those habits that continues on in the future. Wait till your lover finds naked pictures of a billion people you masturbate to on your phone. Haha, who’s going to be laughing then? Also, just to get this off my chest. When you’re feeling down and there are people who try making you feel worse on purpose. Aha, it doesn’t sound like it actually happens, but let me tell you it does. Grow some balls. Hate on someone when they are super happy, take them down on your own. Don’t use their sadness as an easier way to feel better. Depression isn’t a team effort. You don’t get a group mark. It’s fully singles and when someone is going through it they need to fight it alone. Friends may be there to give positive re-enforcement, but in the end it is all up to the one person. It is up to them to realize what they are going to do and they will need to make the choice whether to continue on their life the same way or take initiative to make it better. One more personal thing. Honestly stop bringing my ex’s up. Stop telling me I should have fought for them because they are super hot. I could care less. My ex’s are ex’s for reasons. They broke up with me and that’s it. If they don’t want me, they don’t need to have me. Also, hotness doesn’t factor as a reason to keep someone in your life. There are millions of hot people int he world, at least find a hot person who gives a damn about you. That’s what I intend to do. I’d rather have someone love me than someone look like Zac Efron. I don’t care about your six pack or your nine inch penis, it couldn’t phase me less. It’s about if you are going to be able to sit there and listen to me when I come home from work saying how tired I am. Or those nights I just want to lay in bed and think about life with you. That would be amazing. God, there are so many more things about life than just looking good. The one thing in life I miss is having smart friends who talk to me about something more than the physical. I miss talking about the philosophical, or the unfathomable. That’s what I’m aiming for. Friends like those. So if you are one of those people hit me up, I would love to be your friend. Would LOVE to.
In relation to this post. I want to thank Emily, Michael, James, Richie, Brett, and Xavi for your love these past few months. I can say you guys are fantastic.
Aha, now I’m going to get a bunch of ask boxes telling me to stop being preachy. Grow up, this isn’t preachy. This is me stating my mind. I’m tired of all this crap, so stop giving it to me and I’ll shut up.