More often than not, I find myself really frustrated. Be it with school, with whoever I was/am dating, with my job (although it's a new job, it still flabberghasts me a lot... and let me tell you.. 3 days into it... bad sign) or with the people around me (or not actually around me in regards to online type people... I'll call them "people in my ether" for now).
That last bit's the WORST to deal with. "PIME" for short. These people are the most frustrating when I'm already in a mood. I'm on a forum. Essentially a dating site, but there's forums there as well. For every good, intelligent, non-whining thread, there are about 12 bad, stupid, utterly whiney threads. The most bothersome post/threads for me are the one's filled with sappy bon mots about "just being yourself" (as if there were another option), "to love unconditionally" (we all get the joke of that, right? No really.. it IS the world's BIGGEST joke. None of us are capable of this when not related to the people in question.. and even then, I'd hedge my bets.) and any other example you can think of where majorly flowery, sonnet-type bullshit is excreted.
This kind of talk makes me dry-heave. And don't give me crap about how unromantic I am because 1) while I spare people the sappy poet type of spewage, 2) I do actually love people... tell them so even... yet manage to remain completely incapable of comparing the ocean to their eyes. I suppose if a gun were held to my head, I could choke out the words, but I'd more than likely vomit right after.
What's wrong with just, "I love you!"? I mean seriously... what's wrong? You want to show it moreso than speak it? Cool. Most women (and probably men, too) DO in fact want to hear it now and then if for no other reason than an audible "I love you" is less of a hint or an action that many of us just totally suck at reading.
So we have a guy... say, for example... holding back his girl's hair as she pukes due to over-indulging at a party they attended. Ok, I admit... that's a fairly strong hint that he loves you if he's willing to do such a thing (reverse the genders, even.. same deal). But, alas... there are more subtle signs, so the spoken words work really well when not used in 20 minute intverals.
Anyway, I guess my point that I strayed from was that listening to people talk about flowery, sappy shit annoys me to no end... nay... frustrates me to no end...
Even when I am actually head over heels in love! Perhaps especially then.
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