My Love…
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Them Crooked Vultures: No One Loves Me & Neither Do I
Queen’s of the Stone Age + Foo Fighters + Led Zep = INCREDIBLE
Bluntness.
FUCK FEELINGS. Blunt enough for you?
It’s either directly or indirectly motivating the daily social routine, and in attempting to save others from the it’s crushing blows, we all come up with roundabout ways of only crushing people more. I’m talking, of course, about feelings. I hate that word.
A small anecdote:
Last year, a friend of mine simply laid out his “feelings” for a girl that he was interested in. Interested in getting to know better, via relationship, include the word dating where applicable, blah blah blah. He described his feelings to the girl in a very non-confrontational tone, merely relaying the suggestion that should she feel interested, he would be likewise interested in going out.
The girl replied that it wasn’t what she was looking for. (I find this answer very common in my life as well.) Fine. No big deal. He went on with his life and nothing came of it.
That was until a few months later he learned that the girl was dating someone, and interested in dating someone else. Needless to say, my friend felt like SHIT. He didn’t much mind the rejection, but the person he so admired had spit in his face. “No, I don’t like you, but I don’t have the decency to tell you the truth, so I’m going to let you imply that you’re worthless to me by my actions.” All, and I seriously hope this is true because it’s the only redeeming quality of the story, in an attempt to save someone’s Feelings. Lot of good it did.
The moral of the story? Bluntness. You girls like to drop your subtle hints that no one seems to know about but yourselves, and guys are left over analyzing the situation until they lose all feeling and ability to perceive the world around them. I would much rather have someone tell me to back the fuck off than to find out that they just ignore my advances and blackball me with their friends before I can stop to realize what’s happening. Guys are supposed to be the pursuers, and from what I’ve gathered from my friends, everyone seems to like it that way. Well, then give us a straight fucking answer for once. Do that, and I’ll respect you forever. Don’t, and you’ll never redeem yourself.
