Message: "yeah there was no way i was skipping over this one. we should get a coffee sometime"
This one? Really? Are females on dating sites on a baggage carousel at the airport? You're a douchebag.
"Hi there doll face"
Hi there misogynist. That smirk in every single photo you have makes me want to punch you in the face.
"About
Andy
Since women seem to know everything about a guy without even
talking to them, why don't You tell Me something about myself. You know, we will never have a female president if women can't figure out how to start a conversation first."
Somehow I know without talking to you that you'll always be single.
Sunday, September 27, 2015
Wednesday, September 9, 2015
The Nightmare
Ten years ago this month I started my senior year of High School.
Since my middle and high school were in the same building, it was year number SIX of the same people, the same hallways, the same shit.
I still have nightmares that I'm in the final few months of my last semester and somehow I am failing a class suddenly and I'm a credit short for graduation. The scramble to keep myself from having to return to that hell hole for yet another semester or even another year makes me wake up in cold sweat.
I wasn't openly bullied, at least in the last few years. I was pointedly ignored by many people I thought were friends when I stopped trying to be a carbon copy of every "popular" person in school. Severe social anxiety, introversion, a strong strange streak and a love for weird art and drama club meant that friends were few and not to be trusted.
The nightmares have receded in the past few years, but for a while it was a recurring dream every month or two that I simply could not wake up from.
I see a Facebook group for my graduating class that I haven't been added to and think good. Fuck almost all of you. I never want to see 95% of you again.
Since my middle and high school were in the same building, it was year number SIX of the same people, the same hallways, the same shit.
I still have nightmares that I'm in the final few months of my last semester and somehow I am failing a class suddenly and I'm a credit short for graduation. The scramble to keep myself from having to return to that hell hole for yet another semester or even another year makes me wake up in cold sweat.
I wasn't openly bullied, at least in the last few years. I was pointedly ignored by many people I thought were friends when I stopped trying to be a carbon copy of every "popular" person in school. Severe social anxiety, introversion, a strong strange streak and a love for weird art and drama club meant that friends were few and not to be trusted.
The nightmares have receded in the past few years, but for a while it was a recurring dream every month or two that I simply could not wake up from.
I see a Facebook group for my graduating class that I haven't been added to and think good. Fuck almost all of you. I never want to see 95% of you again.
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