'lil vent

dear full-of-yourself,

today i am mad because i waited too long to reject you and you beat me to the punch.

it felt humiliating to be gently let down, to listen to you break the news that you're "not that interested." it made my blood boil to know that you thought i would be disappointed or heartbroken.

i stared at you blankly as you delivered your bullshit speech. i'm guessing you thought i was trying to hold back tears. i wasn't. i was just thinking about how many self-centered assholes have given the exact same spiel and wondering, "is this shit written in a script somewhere and distributed to fuckwits the world over? where can i find a copy of this?"

you, sir, are ridiculous. you are ridiculous for assuming that everyone longs to have a romantic relationship with you when really i think you long to have a romantic relationship with you. you are ridiculous for thinking that you are the only one who thinks about the following: communism, hating your job, existential crises, and general discontent with early twentyshood. you aren't the only one who thinks about those things. carrying around books about revolution with bright red covers doesn't make you more brilliant than everybody else. you are ridiculous for thinking that logic is superior to human emotion.

...and i think you should seriously reconsider the length of your sideburns.

when we were talking about revolution, you said, "i think my skill is being an excellent public speaker. i can really mobilize the people. when i give a speech, it's impossible to disagree with me." not it's not! it's not! i disagree with you! loving the sound of your own voice doesn't make you an excellent public speaker!

you are just like everybody else. please hurry up and get over yourself already.

love,
not that into you