Hey Loser Have More Fun
Tuesday, April 13th, 2010
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So,,, fml, even my brother makes fun of me because he thinks I don’t have any lovers.
Well, I don’t, but he shouldn’t truly know that, and above all he shouldn’t feel like he’s in *any* place to commentary… 13-year-old scrawny Asian boy doesn’t boast any pimping experience either.
I’ve been “busy”; I “just don’t have time” to “fit another person into my lifestyle”; “I don’t like anyone”. Spin this spinster business away. Whatever! I have crushes… I swear… I think people are cute. I’m just very particular. In a terrible, haunting way: and judgements really don’t help. I also hang out with dominating social butterflies (this is a diplomatic way of saying: others who demand and will fight for attention) and am an ordinary wallflower. I thought I’d be more of a free spirit, but I’m such a stick in the mud.
Most of my problem is just that I don’t meet a lot of people. I work in an office full of women, and then I do homework, and then I feel like the straightedge loser in the corner sipping on my classy ginger ale.
But petty complaints are for suckers; I suppose I really should give others more of a chance: …
Maybe not Cyrus, the boy who wastes no time in asking for numbers after half-a-block, or Marco, who picks Asian tourists up at the Spanish Steps during his lunchbreak and romances them silly from the view of the Pincio (or his own little yacht); and this might eliminate most of my recent choices, but I’m sort of okay with that.
Which brings me back to where I was.
And I’m okay with that. Except, I hope I’m semi-talented at making out. Doesn’t everybody? (I used to be worried about this– being out-of-practice and all). And I’m glad to be independent from that strange need for validation by the opposite sex. No weird Daddy-issues here.
<3
Graceee
