I'm so sick of hearing about and dealing with other peoples love lives. Just sick of it. If I hear one more person lamenting about their boyfriend being an ass or squeal about how sweet their boyfriend was I will scream. Long and loud. And hopefully the person talking will go bloody deaf. Though them going mute might help my case more.
Okay, so this sounds like I'm a really bad friend. In all honesty, I'm not. There is only so much a single person can take. And I crossed that point quite a while ago. The fact that I have yelled my head off yet alone should tell you what a good friend I am. I have however, been giving off subtle signals... I think when in the course of a conversation when the person you're talking to starts answering in unintelligible monosyllables it should tell you that the person wants out of the conversation, or at least a new bloody topic, no? But heh, not for my friends. They're too busy ranting or raving to notice. So I sit there and imagine various ways to freaking shut them up. Or imagine various ways to maim their boyfriends. This however, stops very quickly after I realize that if I maim their boyfriends I will have to sit and listen to tales of their boyfriends medical problems. Its a vicious cycle it is.
Actually... I dont mind so much listening to the raving. I like the raving. It just makes me wish I had a guy of my own to rave about. Its the ranting that gets me. I mean, I get that sometimes a person just needs to rant. But why rant at me? You have loads of friends who arent single who you can rant to. They'll sympathize with you if thats what you want. If you're looking for sympathy you are coming to the wrong person. No way in hell are you gonna get it from me. You asked for this. You wanted him. You're the one who chose him, you deal with it. I dont want to.
I would like to deal with the problems in my own love life. Not in the lack thereof. (If that last sentence made any sense whatever to you... kudos.) And there lies my problem. I have none. There's irony for you... my problem is that I have none. Hah. But then talking about it just depresses me even more than listening to other people talk about their love lives. So I dont. I ignore it. And put on a perfectly happy front and a weird (and fake) smile on my face and voila... No one's the wiser.
And yes, I do realize this post made absolutely no sense. But hey... I just typed. What came out came out. And I cant be bothered editing.
When I'm in a better mood I'll come up with a more entertaining post... till then, Ciao.
----------------Okay, so this sounds like I'm a really bad friend. In all honesty, I'm not. There is only so much a single person can take. And I crossed that point quite a while ago. The fact that I have yelled my head off yet alone should tell you what a good friend I am. I have however, been giving off subtle signals... I think when in the course of a conversation when the person you're talking to starts answering in unintelligible monosyllables it should tell you that the person wants out of the conversation, or at least a new bloody topic, no? But heh, not for my friends. They're too busy ranting or raving to notice. So I sit there and imagine various ways to freaking shut them up. Or imagine various ways to maim their boyfriends. This however, stops very quickly after I realize that if I maim their boyfriends I will have to sit and listen to tales of their boyfriends medical problems. Its a vicious cycle it is.
Actually... I dont mind so much listening to the raving. I like the raving. It just makes me wish I had a guy of my own to rave about. Its the ranting that gets me. I mean, I get that sometimes a person just needs to rant. But why rant at me? You have loads of friends who arent single who you can rant to. They'll sympathize with you if thats what you want. If you're looking for sympathy you are coming to the wrong person. No way in hell are you gonna get it from me. You asked for this. You wanted him. You're the one who chose him, you deal with it. I dont want to.
I would like to deal with the problems in my own love life. Not in the lack thereof. (If that last sentence made any sense whatever to you... kudos.) And there lies my problem. I have none. There's irony for you... my problem is that I have none. Hah. But then talking about it just depresses me even more than listening to other people talk about their love lives. So I dont. I ignore it. And put on a perfectly happy front and a weird (and fake) smile on my face and voila... No one's the wiser.
And yes, I do realize this post made absolutely no sense. But hey... I just typed. What came out came out. And I cant be bothered editing.
When I'm in a better mood I'll come up with a more entertaining post... till then, Ciao.
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