Let’s start off this Valentines Day blogababble with some obituaries. JUXTAPOSITIONS!
I never knew I would have to type this on the blog, but a meme legend just died.
Gabe the Dog passed away. It doesn’t say specifically how he died or how old he was, but it‘s said he was at the later stages of life, so we can say Gabe lived the good life. It’s sad because he was a funny ass dog, his bark sounded like he was saying ‘Bjork’ & all those remixes just made it the more funnier. It’s never fun hearing that a dog dies, especially one that has captured the hearts of so many people. Though some people may feel this is a first, it really isn’t. Earlier in 2014 Marcel Adams is another meme star (known for his ‘Ain’t Nothing good than a mountain dew’ video) passed away.
Gabe the dog will be missed. 2016 is already off to an annoying start.
And this one hits me close to home, Miguel Ferrer. Most of us nerds know him either as Bob Morton in ‘Robocop’, the yuppie scumbag responsible for Robocop’s creation or as Agent Albert in ‘Twin Peaks’. Then there was a short lived, highly underrated series made by Frost & Lynch called ‘On The Air’ which was basically David Lynch trying his hand at clean slapstick comedy where Ferrer played the most over the top angry producer for a radio show in the 1940’s. You guys on the Twin Peaks bandwagon really got to check out that series, it’s full of weird & quirky characters that would fit in the Lynch universe, one of them being the ’Hurry Up Twins’ which are conjoined twins (It’s been a while since I’ve seen it) who march around the studio & shout “Hurry up hurry up hurry up hurry up.” Back To Miquel. He always starred as the scumbag we loved to hiss at, but one thing that struck me as surprising was he wrote for Marvel Comics for a while. And no, this isn’t some guy with the same name. I had to check twice ever since I thought thee Ralph Macchio (The original Karate Kid) worked at marvel, but turned out it was just some guy with the same name. So Miguel Ferrer wrote a ton of ‘Comet Man’ comics (May have to hunt those issues down) and wrote some stories for the ‘Marvel Comics Presents’ anthology series, one of them featuring Wolverine on the cover. This is a guy who not only made nerd history by acting in big hits like ‘Robocop’ or starred in fun sci-fi horror films like ‘Deep Star Six’, but he also had a finger in the comics community as he hung out with Mark Hamill (Another actor who dipped his hand into writing comics), Jack Kirby & a bunch of others. He even does voices for a bunch of cartoons from ‘Jackie Chan Adventures’ (I remember seeing his name in the end credits, but I can’t tell you who he voiced) & the Superman animated series from the 90’s to more contemporary stuff like the DC animated movies as well as ‘Adventure Time’.
Doesn’t matter what age you are, know know this guy from somewhere, even if it’s a voice acting role. This guy did it all & he will truly be missed.
We also lost another magnificent actor who hit nerd pop culture like an atom bomb. John Hurt, the first guy to get his chest torn by a chestburster in ‘Alien’ & parodied himself in ‘Spaceballs’ with that same scene, only with a different outcome. You gotta respect an actor who can poke fun at himself & a scene that basically launched him to stardom. Yeah, he’s starred in a bunch of other films, most notably ’The Elephant Man’ (One of the three David Lynch films I’ve yet to see) and the film adaptation of ‘1984’ as well as recently starring in ‘Snowpiercer’. He was a master at his craft & I should see more of his movies. I always confused John Hurt with William Hurt, two completely different actors, two completely different leagues of actors. He will be missed, especially as someone who grew up being freaked the fuck out at the chestburster scene, it’s still disturbing to see even if you know it’s going to happen. He must’ve had a fun time scaring everyone & totally disturbing the hell out of Veronica Cartwright. It show’s on screen everyone, except Hurt & the crew, didn’t know what was going to happen.
Now that I got that done, let’s begin with the topic at hand. Before I start, I would like to admit something here to all my internet peoples reading this. This is very hard for me to admit, but here it goes. Coming out of the closet with this revelation. I do not have 200,000 girlfriends. I’m sorry if reading this blog made it sound like I lived the life of a French lover or made people think I was the reincarnation of the Marque Du Sade, but it’s the truth. I don’t have 200,000 girlfriends.
Never had a steady relationship, mainly because it would be over before I even asked. Looking back, I gotta say I either forced myself too much or was much too socially awkward when it came to interacting with people of the opposite sex. Luckily, I learned a lot more out of failure than I would have if I succeeded. For starters, rejection isn’t the end of the world. At first it feels like you failed & you should hang yourself for failing, but after the second time it doesn’t hurt as bad & after postulation you notice things you were ignorant to when you were under the puppy love virus. Love is a fucked up battlefield accompanied with amputees & robot soldiers. I feel most of it was my fault because I was an idiot & much too sensitive, but at the same time I don‘t really blame myself too much because it was my first time in my life feeling that type of feeling towards someone. Also, reality isn’t full of that love at first sight thing, that’s a lot of bullcrap fabricated to sell ‘Audrey Hepburn’ as attainable to the general masses. You can pray all you want, Audrey will go for someone that isn’t you. Cinematic romance should just die already. I say this, yet I used that type of plot device to make Pasquel & Agatha be a couple in ‘He Came Tumbling Over’. So I too am guilty of using cheap romance in my stories. I should shut up about that now.
In my early to mid teens I was under the impression of chivalry based romance, I wasn’t down with telling ladies that their ass is phat or pulling their bra strap for attention. I was reaching certain persons with romantic intent & dreaming of succeeding like a fedora wearing teenager without the misogyny or nihilism. I was still swallowing that blue pill, I was happy, didn’t really think life would get bad & thought there was still hope in the world for me & people like me. I know, pin the fedora on me, I deserve it! I deserve the trolls for that. That was a fedora phase I never wish to return to! So yeah, I was the classy kid who wasn’t really wearing a fedoras but was acting like someone who should have had a fedora on & bitching about stuff in front of a pixilated webcam. So I was writing love poetry to this girl, the first time & the last time I ever wrote love poetry. I can’t write that shit anymore, mainly because I’m busy writing about people being killed off in gruesome ways & trying to freak people out while entertaining them. The first girl I liked was basically an obsession for me, my heart would be ready to burst every time I’d see her, not kidding. So to shrorten this long ass odyssey (Believe me, there‘s a lot I‘m not writing down for time & also I‘m not a gossiping bitch) I basically proposed to her. Not in marriage (Even I‘m not that desperate of a person), but in a steady relationship while we both were soaking wet during a heavy rainy storm. To add more to how nice of a person I was I escorted her & her very nice friend out of school with an umbrella. “Milady, you & your friend are drenched in the urine of god! Let me sheild both of you & I get soaked.” I looked too far into things, rather than thinking about the short term I was thinking “Wonder what kind of wife she would be. Where are we going to get married? Are the inlwas going to be assholes?” I wish I could travel back in time to kick myself in the ass. All she did was laugh a little with this expression as if she thought ‘Oh good god. You‘re not kidding, are you?’ The only point of refrence I have is in that ’Batman/ Punisher’ crossover where The Punisher has The Joker at gunpoint. The Joker has this smile saying “You’re not gonna kill me. You’re just like the bat.” Then he sees him cock his gun & points it at Joker’s head then follows his horrified expression with “My god, you’re actually going to do it.” She told me she’ll talk about it tomorrow & what transpired was three or two weeks of awkwardness as she avoided me, then came clean about it telling me she liked me as a brother.
When you hear ‘as a brother’ I think that hurts more than ‘as a friend.’ I’m already a brother to two sisters, that’s not the type of shit I could just brush off! What came later to me was days of lying in bed, listening to The Smiths, Cocteau Twins & then changing to the heavy shit like ‘Sepultura’.
As you could tell she told all her friends, because you know how women are. Oh, there goes another fedora moment, put that in the rekkids! Traces of the fedora virus still reside within me, I need the cure, FAST!! So that began my angst period & what made it hilariously hurtful was she was coming to me telling me about the dude she liked deeply & I was there smiling, thinking to myself “Aw yeah, twist that knife. You know me, I love it when people stab me emotionally. Please, tell me, or better yet, send me photos of you going to second, then third base with this guy you love.”
This douchebag was your typical “I like soccer!! CHIVAS!!!” mother fucker with the fauxhawk & the Andy Milinakus music playing on his late 2000’s I-Pod. I hated him back then, not as much now because like rejection, he was a blessing in desguise.
Like I said earlier, the first time is very painful, but the second time wasn’t as painfull, mainly because to me it was a ‘Been there, done that’ situation humans know how to handle. When you get punched the first time, you feel like Superman when he started to bleed after being knocked out by Doomsday. On that second time you know what to expect & are resilient afterwards.
Remembering this also reminded me that dating in High School is probably the only easy time it can happen because that’s the last moment where you can socialize with someone & have not only time, but money for that sorta thing. I don’t know how people in college do it, that’s like a time crunch there. In between school, studying, working (Unless you’re some rich fucker) & rest time, who has time for loving or at least maintain an already established relationship? Then to add that whole ‘If you look at someone in a certain way, then you’re raping them with your eyes’ bullcrap that has come about recently. I don’t know how people do it, that remains a mystery to me. Maybe the people who are dating in college are Clockstoppers. Remember that crap movie? The last time Nickelodeon wanted to be edgy for the kids. Then again, High School isn’t that great either, because you still got the parents over the shoulder who either approve or disapprove of a relationship, just because they don‘t fit their ideal type. They better not be planning a foursome! Sometimes there is an apt reason for why they don’t want their daughter (always the daughter) to see some guy, mostly because he’s a washed out douche with no future or the parents are just fucking assholes who despise romance because they themselves are reminded that they got married out of necessity rather than true romance. That’s all in the grey, no clear reason, but I can tell you the girl I had a huge crush on had a bible thumping dad & I bet you that was the reason why she hesitated a lot when I made my intentions clear to her. That’s as far as I’m going with that, can’t say too much. Let’s just say I wouldn’t be surprised if he believed in that old timey (Older than chivalry) thing of selling off daughters to suitors bullshit. Fucking farmies! Damn polygamists, selling their daughters to the white slavers. Fuck ‘em!
I believe our experiences really affect how we experience or view relationships today. I’m going to get dark here, but someone who experienced molestation or rape will view intimacy or romance very differently. I’m not saying all victims go this route, but after something as vile & innocence killing as rape can’t be cured in one night. To all of us a hug is a hug, but to a victim a hug is (I’m using this term unironically) triggering. Aside from rape you also have abuse, whether it be parental, victims of abuse won‘t notice kindness because all they see is danger. People who have gone through it either get into a relationship with a sort of inferiority complex where they’re doing all they can to make the relationship stick which can notify some assholes that they can get away with taking advantage of a person‘s mental weakness, or they get into the relationship not trusting the other person & every little thing someone does looks horrible (Even talking to someone can make them think they‘re cheating on someone).
It’s all a mental puzzle is what I’m seeing, one person thinks one thing & another person thinks another & it all gets heated when nobody communicates. I’m not into the self-help bullcrap, but I admit when these money grubbing shysters like Dr.Phil & Steve Harvey (Traitorous Rachet Super Mario) go on the talk shows, hawk their books (Think Like a Tool, Scream like a Bitch) & talk about relationships, I give them a point for at least promoting the #1 basic rule of relationships, communication. Everything else is bullcrap, as well as Oprah. That’s one thing I’m sick of, if a man telling other men what all women want, a woman saying what men want is equally stupid.
Only in recent years is when I started hearing about older men (typically) who are talking about what they call ‘The Pussyfication of the Modern Male’ which is basically a response of the whole new age Tumblr version of Feminsism. Basically their point is: ‘Men aren’t acting macho anymore. It’s a social conditioning caused by feminism!’(Read that in Alex Jones’ voice & laugh) Now I’m not a macho man lifting weights & causing problems like ‘Tyrone’, but I’m also not one of those ‘I would like to be a stay at home dad.’ kind of man. If you know me, you’ll know I think both sides are of the same fucked up coin when it comes to society. There’s a fucked up minority that wants to act like they’re tough & promote treating women like shit & the other minority wants to become these ascot wearing, driving a minivan with eight kids, listening to ’94.7 The Waaaave’ (California Smooth Music Station) soccer/stage dad who gets whipped by his wife. I know, I’m sounding like Tyler Durden now, but I’ve seen’t it!!!! I’ve seen macho men treating their wife like a slave & the wife is sad (Also secretly cheating on him with a nicer man), but not trying to show it as much & their marriage is depressing. I also have seen men in the relationship with a castrating bitch of a wife who believes everything he does is some incriminating shit & he‘s weak under her dictatorship. It’s the same shit, both sexes can be the dictator. That ain’t my kind of life there.
It’s fucked, just like jealousy. Jealousy is a virus. I should know, I’ve been hit with it once or twice back in high school. Here we go again, another story from this wise (I wish) old fool. So after the first girl I liked rejected me, she introduced me to one of her friends & at that point I was still being an idiot. I looked at her & thought ‘OHH when one door closes, another one opens!!! Youuuu heavenly savior of mine. I’m no longer angst anymore. Thank you.’ I don’t believe in that ‘spiritual connection’, ET glowing finger thing now, but I can honestly say we both had a kind of spiritual connection that felt like we had long tails & both our tails intertwined. It was like both our tails were made of glowing auras were intertwined & as here comes realism, she didn’t feel the same way I did. It’s weird, a girl comes up to you with a smile, you later find out she always wants a ‘too close for comfort’ hug (Believe me, it felt like I was being hugged by a cuddly bear. But I didn‘t complain), her friends always said she was asking for me, decides to send me notes ON PAPER, asks you to tie her shoe & then later on she’s telling you about some other guy she likes who is genetically superior than moi. I’m serious here, am I like their gay best friend here? I admit, I’ve watched a few episodes of ’Sex in the City’, I am nowhere near Mario Cantone’s character but watching an epside of that doesn’t seal the deal on being a card carrying homosexual! Does it? Now I’m scared. Anyhow, talk about mixed messages, so you bet I was an angry motherfucker who wanted to eat the flesh of men who talked to her & bathe in their blood. Looking back I’m still angry, but not as jealous. Jealousy consumed me, I hid it from friends, said a lot of ugly mean things & I ignored that nice gal who truly needed my help. When you’ve been lied to way too many times, trust is completely out of the window & anger takes over like a sith lord. What stopped my jealousy? Well, this goes back to what I said about past experiences affecting how people take relationships. I found out she was a victim of very abusive relationships. That’s the tip of the iceberg in her life of misfortunes, all I have to say was I was seen as a friendly ear to listen to all her woes. I was basically seen as a friendly brother to her. While I despise that saying (I’m already the brother of two, at that point I didn‘t want to be a brother to someone I truly loved), I can kinda see where she was getting at. Apart from her asshole blood brother who treated her like crap & the assholes she dated who left scars, she saw me as that guy who expected nothing more than a fun conversation & maybe some humor (But she didn‘t laugh at my jokes. She thought I was taking myself too seriously). I regret some things I’ve done or the fucked up things I said about her, just like any other human being who grew past teenhood. Also, she was ‘visually’ different from all other girls in school & I guess that either adds another level of distrust or a level of inferiority she has towards men who talk to her or ask her out. In her case it wasn’t rejection, it was more like me saying: “Hey I was wondering if you’d like to….Oh, you’re asking him out….Well…Plenty of fish in the sea. Grow your wings & fly away! (Goes to a corner, cries, pulls out a knife & whispers) Tonight……you.” but I didn’t really say anything to her, I just kept my silence as my friends trolled me about it & I died a little inside. After that I had my eye on a few, but didn’t go the whole nine yards with them & just finally thought…. ‘Eh, fuck this, fuck you, fuck everything. I‘m focusing on myself. I love myself.’
True story bro, I was set up with a girl by a friend who thought I was desperate & depressed. First off, I’m not into fucking set ups! Set ups are like leagues away, but in similar fashion, to an arranged marriage. Luckily it’s not sealed or official, yet. Second, she could have been a crack addicted hooker. Let‘s all laugh at the prom picture of me & the hooker who likes to hang out near the Pawn Shop & the Taco Bell. Hahahah, EEEEEWWWWW!!!! Luckily, she wasn’t a crackhead. Actually, she was a very rotund girl with an adorable face & no, that’s not a ‘turn off’ for me. So we met twice, she wanted a date & I had to kindly reject her. So then & there I found myself in that position, a position I never thought I would be in. Funny how life gets to points like that. No, it wasn’t because she was a big girl & I kinda feel sad because I bet you she thought that & that kinda makes me feel bad. There are many reasons why I rejected her, none of them relating to how she looked or acted. She was a nice girl, made her laugh a lot. Set ups suck, they put you on the spot & there‘s a lot of pressure of making choices. One slip, & it‘s game over, no do overs, no whammies. I seriously was not expecting that shit. I seriously thought my friend was just introducing me to one of his friends & by that point I was fucking numb to romance. Finally, (This is the dorkiest reason for not hooking up with a girl you’ll hear yet. Troll me once again) it was during the ‘California High School Exit Exam’ or the ‘SAT’ exam. I was focusing on getting out of that High School hellhole & what college I was going to get in to. I know, call me the fucking square. Not to mention she was a sophomore & I was a senior ready to graduate. It’s weird getting into a relationship with someone younger than you as you’re about to turn 18. I know, some people are cool with that, but I’m not some people.
That was the start of my realistic view on things, which is a good thing because that‘s how I started seeing what I was doing wrong in a clear light. Not all ladies love to be serenaded, that shit is uncomfortable & awkward, which also filled me with shame reminding myself I made a mixtape (CD) for my first crush long ago. Never again, (Shivering) iiigh!!!. Just to let you know, that CD had tracks like ‘Heart Shaped Box’ by Nirvana (Don’t know what I was thinking) and a few Smashing Pumpkins tracks. I was such a fucking slacker’s ass douche. Nowadays my mixtape would include ‘Goodbye Horses’ by Lazarus Q, you know that song from ‘Silence of the Lambs’ where Buffalo Bill has his penis tucked in & is dancing in front of a camcorder. That was a very quaint Valentines day movie. Not kidding, the film was released in Valentines Day in 1991.
I wasn‘t delusional anymore, if a girl talked to me, I just saw it as a girl talking to me, nothing more & nothing less. So that was the last time I had a run in with romance, now I’m just focused with trying to get paid & ‘BlackTime E-Press.’ So I’m not as gun ho about trying to find true love in the game called life. Also, I’m not desperate like Chris Chan. Then again, I feel like I’m awkward with women like Chris Chan, but compared to him I’m fucking James Bond or that guy from that jail show that said ‘Girl, you‘re thicker than a bowl of oatmeal,’ that guy. Love isn’t a preset event in life everyone is gifted with, it’s a psychologically social game when you think about it. Everyone has the same goal, regardless of race, gender or orientation, but the way people play is different, especially now with the Tinders & the eHarmonies.
People want to say it was easier back then & I’m going to have to agree & disagree. You look at the way things were back then (especially socially), the way people thought is way different than it is today. Men had the pressure to find a girl & a well paying job the girl‘s parents would agree on. The girl had the pressure from her parents to get married, get out of the house before a certain age & pop out a bunch of children that they can feed. It’s still like that in some places, especially in India. If you’re 30 & still single while the rest of the family is out there having marriages & kids, then that’s a red flag alert. I’m not saying it’s the preferred way it should be, I’m saying that people back then had that segment of relationships to both help & torment them. Nowadays you can be 80 & still be single & nobody will care because that stigma is gone, unless you‘re being interviewed by trashy news magazines like ‘Inside Edition.’ “He’s 80 years old, AND SINGLE?! Inside Edition, ready to bring you much useless news!”
Then there are the internet dating sites like ‘eHarmony’ and ‘FarmersOnly.com’ that have been around for a long while now. Imagine the testimonials for FarmersOnly, “You can get into relationships with women who aren’t cousins?! This changes the game!!!” All I have to say is they’ve been around for a while so it means it must be working out well for someone. You’ll never catch me on those dating websites. I looked through those rosters once, for shits & giggles, and I have never seen such grotesquely desperate profile pictures in my entire life. Walmart shoppers aren’t as desperate as the people you see on those rosters. Sooooo many cigarette burns & needle marks, I thought I was looking at the LAPD drug charge registry. You’d think it would be as easy as these companies sell their website, but nothing has changed. It’s like those VHS dating services from the 90’s. People thought that would decrease the population of lonely people, instead it increased the number of uploads for these awkward & hilarious videos on YouTube.
“Hey babe, I got a subscription to ‘The NewYorker’.” Best pickup line ever.
To make it stranger, there are still video dating services out there, even in this internet age & ooohhhh boy, the many freaks & douche bags that sign up to these services is astounding. For all you women you’ll encounter some drunk dude who likes big boobs who can cook & for all you men you’ll come across a beast of a woman with chain mail taking her D&D character way too fucking seriously. I weep for humanity!!! Also, I’m noided for humanity. Yeah, noided, I’m using that term. Thank you MC Ride & Death Grips.
I am a changed man, I started seeing the clear light in some things I thought was acceptable years ago. For starters, Saved By The Bell. Oh yeah, we’re going there. So I watched that show as a tween, thinking to myself “This show reflects reality, Middle School & High School is going to be sooooo like this! It’s gonna be a paaaarrrtaaayyyy! I’ll never be like Screech, always trying to get with Lisa Turtle & falling face first to the ground.” I was striving more for Zach Morris, who wouldn’t at the time? Watching that show now, I don’t want to be anywhere near Zach, that fucking necrophiliac. He’s the biggest asshole in that show & nobody seems to notice. Seriously, he’s a fucking manwhore sociopath privileged male & we’re supposed to cheer for him? Not only that, but the show is as misogynist as an early 90’s beer commercial. So when Zack Morris is chasing tail & trying to date older women, it’s cute & comedic & we‘re supposed to cheer for him. When Kelly Kapowski (Funny ass last name) tries her hand at seeing other men, it’s dramatic, shocking & horrifying! “Oh how dare you, Kelly! You fucking slut!!!” Oh fuck you 90’s NBC!!! Brandon Tartikoff wants you to TO DRUGS!!!! Then there are the many times Zack had made such romantic intents towards various ladies, only so they can be ignored in future episodes, especially that one where he hooks up with Leah Remini, then again she is kind of a bitch. I hope this turns into a…. a…. that one movie where all those ladies get taken advantage of by one man & they all group up and decide to get their vengeance. I don’t remember the title, I think Lili Tomlin was in it, that’s a real movie. The one that really pissed me off is the episode when Zack gets with Lisa & of course Screech is destroyed. Not only do I hate the ending in which Screech accepts it & continues being friends with Zack (I would be sodomizing everyone in that show if I were a character), but also that plot point is ignored in the next episode. There are reasons why this happened, maybe because the show wanted to continue to be episodic with no continuity (Still a stupid reason, treating the audience like idiots), or the folks behind the show couldn’t bear to see an interracial couple on TV. Goddamn racists. It could of worked & made the show much more three-dimensional than just some wacky 90‘s teen sitcom. What is this, 1965? Zack does not deserve Kelly, case closed. That’s my problem with the show & ohh man, I could go on with why the show sucks & why Zack is a fucking sociopath, but we’ll be here all night. Kelly is such a nice & pretty woman, Zack is basically the younger version of Patrick Bateman. Then again, I can’t really bear to sit through a romance subplot from sitcoms of that era. In the 90’s there were a lot of them, from ‘Ellen’ to even ‘The Drew Carey Show’, the romance subplots are shit, dull & stupid because the main character always ends up with an already established character. It’s what’s been keeping me from re-watching that Drew Carey sitcom, even though I really want to see that episode where Drew is accidentally sent to China. I remember this scene where he goes into a Chinese Mc.Donalds & if you look at the corner, Ronald McDonald is sitting in a bench as he smokes a cigarette. That killed me with laughter as a kid.
To end this loong ass entry (Things have been keeping me from working on this entry. What could have took three days has taken three weeks), we’re nowhere near a utopia where everyone has a soul mate & thankfully we‘re nowhere near the whole ‘Free Love‘ bullshit of the 60‘s, so I say.
Some of you handsome peoples who didn’t try when you found that special someone have got to shut the hell up with your “Just be yourself.” shtick. Being myself is the reason why I’m single. Not everyone has the looks of a rich British teenager. Also, be thankful. Not everyone has the luck of the Irish & nobody is Irish. I must repeat yet again, rejection hurts the first time, but after serious thinking, it was a blessing in desguise. Before I forget, the first crush reached me on Facebook a few years after graduation & messaged me this half assed attempt at rekindling my interest. She said it in this exact way: “You wanna, like, date or something?” I check out her uploaded pictures like a stalker, she grew a little chub (No prob for me), but most of her recent photos were of her holding a baby, as well as her brother holding the same baby & a bunch of comments on those photos. A little birdy told me that‘s her kid. Yeah, she wanted to see if I was still single so I can (Though she didn’t say it) be the fucking step dad. TOO SLOW, NOT SMOOTH! It takes more than just slimey claws to capture this slick rick.
I didn’t shout at her or anything, well shout via Personal Message. I just said “Thanks, but no thanks, I’m still numb, Sorry.” And now she’s gone, don’t know where but I bet you that poor girl is still being tormented by that asshole dad of hers. Imagine if she didn’t reject me? There would be no ‘BlackTime E-Press’, no Blogbabble, no anything creative. I’d probably be working to feed my 3year old kid & my creativity would be hindered. So, to that girl (You know who you are), THANK YOU!!!!!! That is the best present a girl could give me…..yet. Also, I am very very sorry to that girl (You know who you are). I doubt they read this, too many words, not enough pictures.
It’s funny how as children we all started off saying stuff like “Eeeew, cooties! Stay away from me!” to now saying stuff like “Why won’t girls like me? I don’t have aids!” Before I leave, I’d also like to mention that in High School people thought I had aids because of my acne. Yeah, I know about that shit & I hope all of you people working the rhumor mill take off you pants, take a shit in the middle of the road & get hit by a 8 wheel truck.
What we need to end is that whole ‘Dating out of your race is racism’ bullshit. It’s not racism, just because a brown man prefers a black woman, or a black woman prefers a white guy. Then again, mixed raced people need to get off their high horse & stop acting like they’re special. Just saying. Also, what age is the ripe age for having a relationship? I see way too many younger people (Middle Schoolers) making out in alcoves & I always have to say “This is the same age group that still has to ask the teacher if they can go to the bathroom. What a fucked up world.” I don’t want to get to the age where I’m forced with going with someone who already has kids, the single grandma or dying alone as choices.
To end this, the best advice (Though I’m not some love expert) I can give to you is not to read any of the books or listen to the lectures by these shysters who think they can make you find the true person, or at least a date. The best way to do it is to you, yourself, to go out there & see where socializing gets you. Personal experience is the only way to learn, don’t expect a happy ending. If you’re still a lonely sod, don’t worry, you’re not alone in this. If you found the true love of your life & both have the chemistry, then congrats, quit annoying us lonely people with your cheek to cheek selfies & joint Facebook/ Twitter accounts. Men, nothing says “I got your nuts in my purse” like a joint account! Ladies, nothing says “We can’t share anything with our girlfriends” like a joint account! Shit has changed since my mom & dad’s time. Must be heavy awkward when you break up & find that you still have those pictures of yourselves having fun with the former lover in cyberspace.
PS: I really want to see the aftermath of those vines where ladies fuck up some guy’s car with food & graffiti that says “Hope she was worth it.” I doubt they got away scott free. I wanna see the court case with these crazy people saying “But he cheated on me!” You fucked up private property! I’m dragging this blog on. Thank you for wasting your time with me this Valentines Day. Don’t be desperate & don’t get into relationships out of fear & desperation.
I can be your gentlemen caller....Nahhhhh.