Consider This…
If only everyone thought like me…

Mar
05

For the most part, the list of people I’ve considered a friend has been very short throughout my lifetime. It’s not that I have trouble making friends. More or less, there just aren’t that many people out there that are worth trusting to be a true friend. Whether you like it or not, most people you come in contact with are selfish assholes who are always looking to “one-up” their status in life. I don’t have patience for those types of people. I think there are certain ways you should treat people, and if you don’t do those types of things, to hell with you. I just won’t waste my time.

But before I go on, I guess I should take a second to qualify what I mean when I say friend. A friend to me isn’t someone you simply like, can laugh with, or have occasional run of the mill conversations with. Those types of people, for me, are known as acquaintances. I have a ton of these kinds of people in my life. While they may be cool, I never consider(ed) them my friend. Just because we smile at each other when we ask “what have you been up to” doesn’t make us friends. I can do the same thing with a stranger at a bar, and trust me, they aren’t my friends either.

To me, the definition of a friend is trust. If I can tell you anything in the world without fear of you throwing it back in my face and I can do the same for you, that’s what makes you a friend.

I guess that’s why I never really understood girls (not that this is solely a female characteristic, but predominate you’d have to agree) and how they treat one another. Why put time and effort into someone you really don’t care for? If you don’t like them, don’t talk to them. Why is that so hard? Why put up a front for someone, pretend you like them, and then bash them every time their name comes? Why not just cut them off and save your time for people you actually enjoy?

I watched my sister do it all the time when we were growing up, and I continue to see it with my girlfriend on a smaller scale. I’ve explained the “if you don’t like them, don’t talk to them” logic, but it never sticks. I usually get a response like “that’s just how girls are”. Okay. Well, that’s dumb.

One of my best friends, someone who said they’d make me the best man in their wedding, drove me absolutely insane the last two times he visited me. So what did I do about it? I didn’t end the relationship, but I cut back on the communication, and pretty much all talks of visiting me have ceased over the past 7 or 8 months. He’s still my friend, but if he’s going to drive me up the wall with his negativity, why put myself in that kind of environment if I don’t have to? Why more people don’t react like that, as opposed to putting up with stuff you don’t like about someone is beyond me.

So consider this. You’re not doing you or your so called friend any favors be putting up a front. Nobody needs “fake” around. So, put them through that, and more importantly, why do it to your self?

Mar
03

For more than a month, I’ve been going to the local mall nearly every day during my lunch hour. Now, I do this for a few reasons. One, I like to get a little exercise in during the day. I hate to call myself a “mall walker”, but it is what it is. I’m not trying to weigh 485 pounds. Besides the health benefits, I like to go just take a break from work and not think about anything.

But fat girls—Well, I guess I should throw ugly girls into the equation—you nasty beings fuck up my trip the mall nearly every single day. It’s not the fact that you’re fat or ugly that bothers me. No, it’s the stores you shop in and then proudly parade around the mall with this specific stores bag in hand.

What store am I talking about? Victoria Secret. Normally, I’m all about this store. I go in with my girlfriend, smell perfume, look at lingerie, and generally fantasize about having sex with girls out of my league. It’s a good time. But inevitably, something always happens to ruin my good time. Yes, it’s you fat girl. And to a less extent, it’s you too ugly girl (I can deal with it if you’re boobs are huge). I see you looking at lingerie, or for some reason unbeknownst to me, I see you buying the products.

If I go into Victoria Secret, I go knowing that I’m probably going to be getting some later, or at the very least, I get to think of sexy girls wearing this stuff. So why, fat girl, must you ruin my fun and make me visualize what you might look like in these outfits that are clearly not made for you? Why? When you’re 6’2 and 215 lbs, lingerie was not made for you. Believe me, those are my measurements, and it just doesn’t look right. I’ve tried.

So consider this. I’ve come up with a solution to the problem. Even though fat girls should be banned from wearing lingerie, we know they won’t listen and will continue to buy the stuff anyway. I’m not calling for a ban on fat girl lingerie wear. I’m simply recommending separate entrance ways, store sections, and maybe even hours for fat and ugly girls to shop at these types of stores. If we do something as simple as this, millions of men can be spared the sickening thoughts ogres like you accidentally create by shopping in these stores.