Anger
I was born pissed off.
It's been raining for three fucking days and I just keep getting shit on by the few people I know.
First off all there's a girl we'll call Denise. Why? Because she thinks she looks like Dennis the Menace and Denise is the female form of Dennis. So anywho, Denise, for most of November and December was my best friend. We practically spent every waking moment together. It was great. I had someone to spend my time with, go places with, and share all my life and thoughts with.
Well then, whatever could go wrong? Well, welcome to my fucked up life. She goes to Mexico to visit her boyfriend. Yeah, one day I'll type up a list of about three thousand things that's wrong with having a "partner" so far away. Besides the fact that he is cheating on her and you have to be a retard not to think so. So she goes and sees him. Big deal. I am used to being alone. I almost can't imagine life being any other way. So then she comes back on Jan. 8 and I'm sooo excited. I missed her so much. And she returns and all seems okay and then she announces that she's engaged and she can't hang out with me as much anymore. As much now being not at all. What did I do wrong? Not a damn thing.
FUCK!
Then I start dating people trying to fill my time and get over my last girlfriend. First date was with a girl that was fairly flirtatious and still is while we were at work. Now, the date was just coffee and it seemed like an interview. Me interviewing her. She didn't seem to give a shit about me. Five bucks says she couldn't tell you what my dad does for a living or even what line of work he's in. But I got to hear all about the airlines and how she can fly anywhere because her dad is a pilot for some airline company.
The second date was with a girl that seemed so incredibly nice I couldn't go wrong. Well, all WAS going well until I paid for dinner and she says I'm going out with this other guy and I prefer him. That entire date pretty much sums everything up for this entire commentary on my life, but I'll continue.
The third date was absolutely incredible. The girl looked like Natalie Portman with freckles and was about the most beautiful girl I've ever met. She was nice, intelligent, and perfect. Nobody's perfect, you're right. The date was awesome and I asked if we could go out on a real date and she said yes. I was so ecstatic. Lord, things were going well. Too well. I knew something shitty was coming down the pike. A few days later she says I'm really not over my boyfriend. I was with him for three years and it's only been a month (it's been longer than that). Whatever. Go fuck yourself.
So then I meet a girl online and the same thing happens that happened with the Natalie Portman girl. Not over the last boyfriend. How is this my fault? What the fuck did I do wrong? Not a damn thing.
Not a God damned motherfucking pieces of shit thing wrong.
So Mr. Maven...why all the anger?
I've never been in a fist fight...maybe that would help.
