What is it about this day and age the breeds people who only care about themselves? Everything they do is selfish, self centered and self concerned. Why? There was a time, in this culture, where your friend or confidant was worth something. People held onto each other because they had value. Life was lived… love was embraced and joy was had by all that could find it. Where did this mentality go? Somewhere between now and then everything that had been based on the generation before it has been lost. Nowadays, it is not only acceptable but expected that your friends will betray you, that you will be sold out at any given point, that no one holds to their word, that lovers will cheat on you and that no one really cares.
And I love this part… people that actually do care… that actually follow through with their words? Honest and faithful? Ha… fuckin right. They get treated like shit, taken advantaged of and used because they don't have the common sense to know that people that value all that just DON'T EXIST. Better start learning to be a user, a player and an asshole. Because guess what… chicks dig that shit. They want you to walk all over their fucking heart. They want you to treat them like they are worthless. Don't worry. You cannot go wrong. Because they will be your savior. They will "find the good in you". Might as well put up that nice guy schtick. As they say… you will never get laid being a nice guy.
Fucking amazing. Isn't it. So now you have these people, living these hollow, empty lives, whose only happiness comes from the next sexual escapade, the next shot of heroin, that next line of cocaine or that next high. There is no plan for the future. There are no morals to base families on. There is just the useless living.
I muse sometimes about these people. Endless unfulfilling relationships that go nowhere, or you foolishly believe will. These 'hot mamas' who are nothing but club whores getting pregnant. Every child wants that when they grow up. To have a mother who goes clubbing with them. There is a place where you are supposed to grow up. There is a place where you are supposed to start acting like you are an adult. But no, everyone skips this part of their life and strives to remain as adolescent and juvenile for as long as possible. Maybe there is a foolish belief that if they never grow up then everything will be exciting. Yeah, really fucking exciting. 38 with three hundred dollars in the bank and an 89 celica. You are a cool dude alright.
And these chicks that seem to be so fucking clueless about guys these days. Ok… if it is expected that guys are going to be these pieces of shit that just use you… why do you keep going after the same type of guys? Just to get laid? Alright… I can accept that but just admit you are a slut then. Don't lie to yourself, because you are definitely not lying to me when you think you are more than you are… just another piece of ass for the next guy looking for his flavor of the week. Don't spin your bullshit sob stories and woe is me crying fits that the guy you helped cheat on his wife really is an asshole and you didn't see it coming. He was so great. You know what… go fuck yourself. The reality is you are probably just going to go get with someone else… BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT YOU DO. There is no moment where you go… oh.. yeah… the only constant in the misery that keeps coming up in my life and relationships is… oh wait.. me. Maybe if instead of opening your legs next time open your mind and see that the guys you choose are guys that are going to use you. You are the problem. You are the reason you are so fucked up. Accept it. Or don't… because quite frankly I don't give a shit.
And another thing… what is the deal with only wanting to be with one type of guy. Yeah… I can be all fucking selective and say… " I only date girls with waist high, auburn hair, with blue eyes, bronze skin and who weigh between 124-133 pounds. Turns out my soul mate is all that but 134. Damn.. my dumbass just missed out on a lifetime of happiness because I am spoiled prick. Oh well… bring on the heartbreakers. So when Mr. Wrong number 327 is on his way out the door, maybe "urban black male with gold teeth" is not what you need in your life. Chugging fortays and spittin rhymes when you are forty… yeah, try to look at that chump and not laugh. But hey… rock it. Live it. Because obviously you can't see that dysfunction rhymes with your dumb ass.
Whatever. I don't actually care anymore. Because you know why? My happy ass won't have to deal with your dumb ass forever… but you are going to have to deal with yourself and your bad decisions, terrible choices in men, mental and emotional baggage for the rest of your life. And when you are no longer the piece of ass that everyone wants and when you are so jaded that you can't even enjoy life anymore… I will still be sipping margaritas on cruise number 45 with the close friends that I have hidden away from the world. And maybe by then you will open your eyes and see what a waste your life has been. But don't come find me. I might just laugh at you. I don't want your drama… but maybe I can write a funny rant about it.
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