Mine Kampf.
A tale of the daily struggle against the onslaught of the plague known as the female race.
Girls make me angry. Very angry. They'll flirt with you one second, and the next thing you know, they're taking your pens, borrowing your erasers, and then, when you least expect it, dump you in the barren wasteland of nowheresville after you dump your more faithful girlfriend. Oh, and did I mention the fact that she put all your stuff in her locker which you don't know how to get into?
Well, maybe it's just me. For some reason, just talking to this one girl stresses me out to the point where I can't concentrate clearly and I actually have to get up and take a short walk just so I can continue a conversation. Whenever we end up arguing, it's always her that ends up blaming me for things (not initially, but in the end, it always ends up my fault) and it's only once in a blue moon that I'll get an apology. And by apology I mean something to the tune of, "I'm sorry," instead of, "whatever then." And never will the apology be given the day after an argument.
Well to this I say, "BOO!" And yes, I did happen to watch the Princess Bride, so bugger off. I'm sick of being the one to take the proverbial high road and grovel for forgiveness, which I'm not even sure is being given. Sure, it's great for a person to be nice and apologize, but I'm betting after a few dozen times, even the nicest person will get bloody fed up with it if nothing changes.
Fortunately, this experience has given me a new view that could be considered the silver lining to this entire fiasco. It allows me to see through those eyes that I mistreated so badly, and experience firsthand what exactly I did to other people. It allows me to make sincere apologies to the people who deserve it. And sincere-sounding ones to those who don't.
nya.
Girls make me angry. Very angry. They'll flirt with you one second, and the next thing you know, they're taking your pens, borrowing your erasers, and then, when you least expect it, dump you in the barren wasteland of nowheresville after you dump your more faithful girlfriend. Oh, and did I mention the fact that she put all your stuff in her locker which you don't know how to get into?
Well, maybe it's just me. For some reason, just talking to this one girl stresses me out to the point where I can't concentrate clearly and I actually have to get up and take a short walk just so I can continue a conversation. Whenever we end up arguing, it's always her that ends up blaming me for things (not initially, but in the end, it always ends up my fault) and it's only once in a blue moon that I'll get an apology. And by apology I mean something to the tune of, "I'm sorry," instead of, "whatever then." And never will the apology be given the day after an argument.
Well to this I say, "BOO!" And yes, I did happen to watch the Princess Bride, so bugger off. I'm sick of being the one to take the proverbial high road and grovel for forgiveness, which I'm not even sure is being given. Sure, it's great for a person to be nice and apologize, but I'm betting after a few dozen times, even the nicest person will get bloody fed up with it if nothing changes.
Fortunately, this experience has given me a new view that could be considered the silver lining to this entire fiasco. It allows me to see through those eyes that I mistreated so badly, and experience firsthand what exactly I did to other people. It allows me to make sincere apologies to the people who deserve it. And sincere-sounding ones to those who don't.
nya.
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