It’s a shame we live in a world where restraint, respect, and consideration are viewed more as disinterest, lack of confidence, or unattractive behavior as opposed to coming on to women with half-assed sweet talk and unveiled attempts of puffery to appeal to ones self-image; because I don’t use some cute way to tell you that I think you’re sexy or beautiful, doesn’t mean that my reverence of that fact preventing me from buzzing about your ear like some mosquito is disinterest– instead, it is probably the highest honor I can give.
A statement I made recently needed slightly more exposition, so I am posting right now to re-state and then further state.
There is nothing more unattractive than a girl getting really into country music
And I will clarify I am talking about these girls who just seem to get seized up by the spirit of faux southern living and get all their hands up and flailing about as they close their eyes and start reciting the words to these (usually awful) songs as if they are fulfilling their earthly destiny with each word that leaves their mouths, while they hop up and down in their cowboy boots as they wait for the first man in a John Deere hat to approach them so that she may birth his children.
That’s what I mean when I say ‘getting really into country music’ — enjoying it, dancing, and what not, to me it is unfortunate, but there ain’t nothin wrong with it, but those types.. well.. I don’t know if I should be praying for myself or them.
“You’re in a shit spot, man. Feel good february can still work, but how do we get you to the point where you can finally start getting some of what you deserve? Because you deserve a lot more than what you have right now.”
A wise gangster once said, “deserve ain’t got nothin’ to do with it.”
I would fear if I were getting what I deserve, anyway.
I wanted to post something, but I didn’t want to take the time to finish writing anything. So I copy and paste delirious facebook ramblings and call it blog! Italicizing myself for dramatic, confucian/bozoean effect