Girls are wrong when they are.
I get this feeling that I'm treating people like accessories. I'm not asking them out to accompany them, I'm asking them out to accompany me..if that even makes sense to you.And when they do turn up, I'm...not sure I'm comfortable with their presence.
There's so many things I'd like to say but don't know how to articulate. I'll attribute this to my inability to organize my thoughts in a more coherent format.
I shall go on to lament about not knowing the German language. Why this sudden lamentation? I mentioned how meanings are made murky, things made difficult to understand, words getting lost in translation before. I don't exceptionally like going into book reviews and all that nonsense, but I'd say this much:
Night Train to Lisbon is orgasmic.
So orgasmic I regret picking it up at the library, because it's poisoning my thoughts with melancholy. It's filling my blood with contempt for others. It's a book you read to get mindfucked, and my mind is fucked, and the language is beautiful, so beautiful in its translated version that I want to know what it is in its original language.
And yes, I judge books by their covers and titles, and I'm normally right.
In other news, I'm becoming a misogynist. I hate females. When you criticize them, they take offence, get angry, start to dao you, play the If-I'm-so-bad-then-why-should-I-change card (even when they never had the plans to change--you know that from the past 6 years you've known her for), and then wait for you to apologize and take back your words, because they cannot bear to see the truth about themselves--that they care more about themselves than others.
I think this describes what most people feel about girls:
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| Whoever came up with this is a pussy. |
Not to me, not in my book. If you're in the wrong, you fucking apologize, and we can move on from that matter. Excuses do not work on me. Crying and whining irks me and hardens my Resolve to rape you. Yep, that's my dick's middle name. Indiana "Resolve" Jones.
I can be so bold and harsh with my words because, simply put, I don't give a fuck. It's something weighing on my mind for a long time, and I don't need incorrigible friends who, in turn, don't give a fuck about me, to weigh me down. It's like free consultation, you never have to put in the effort for the friendship but you get the comfort of one, and I hate having to pay all the time. Friendship takes 2 hands to clap.
If you think you fit the description of an asshole, you can consult me on a one-to-one basis. I'll tell you whether you are an asshole, and if you are, how to stop being one. I like people who can face up to themselves, who can look into their mirror and point out all their flaws objectively and not go like "No lah this one actually not that bad, I never blah blah blah, it's there lah but I never exhibit it intentionally, and since it's unintentional, so are its consequences, and so I'm not evil by nature, so it's really like not there like that, blah blah blah...."
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-- 1/07/2012 02:26:00 PM