Dear Friend Who I Went Out With Saturday Night,
When is this all going to end? Seriously. I mean, we’re 28 years old. We’re working in offices for the love of christ…we’re married, happy people, paying bills, taking care of pets…
Must you insist on living your life on some fabricated ragged edge of Bret Easton Ellis-ian proportion, simply to be controversial? And further, must you always drag me into it?
Why must you grab me in a bar and ram your tongue down my throat because “girls kissing girls is taboo”. Or why do you insist that we only go to gay bars becasue “that would be so controversial”.
We understand that you’re ‘open minded’
Why must you scream up and down how you “hate the Bible”. It makes no sense, and you never have anything to back it up with. Your claim that the Bible was written by the “white majority” is…just…dumb!
We already know that you’re an athiest.
Why must you go out and get as drunk as you possibly can and then brag about how hung over you are?
We understand you are a party animal.
Why must you ask everyone if you look “slutty” enough or if your “twat” is showing? Why do you tell everyone to look at my tits because YOU’RE in love with them?
We understand that you can swear and that you’re open with your sexuality.
Why must you go out and get the exact same haircut as Madonna or wear the same t-shirt as Madonna and boldly claim she is your savior?
We understand that you’re a fan.
I’m so tired of it. I like you very much, and you’re my very good friend. But this is so unnecessary. You always ask me why people like me, or why I’m popular with our friend group… You wanna know why? I left my ‘shocking’ phase behind when I left college, and found comfort in being myself, no matter how boring that is.
a few tips:
- I don’t exploit gay people for my own personal statements.
- I don’t argue religion by calling other people ‘retarded assholes’
- I don’t take pride in the fact that I was throwing up on Sunday morning.
- I use my language creatively, and while I swear more than a drunk whore in labor, I very rarely refer to ‘eating buttholes’ when asked what I want to do Friday night.
- I keep my obsessive fanatcism about various issues tucked safely under my hat until the appropriate time to display it.
I’m afraid to introduce you to my parents because “you have to do what you feel” and I know that you’ll say cunt in front of my mom for ‘effect’. I get tired of you asking me if I’ll have lesbian sex with you in front of a big group of guys because you know ‘it gets them hard’. I get tired of you telling me “all republicans are liars”. I get tired of you telling me that my beef based french onion soup has the same chemical components as urine.
I GET TIRED OF YOU NOT BEING HAPPY JUST BEING A SUCCESSFUL, BEAUTIFUL WOMAN, AND LEAVING IT AT THAT.
Settle down. be yourself. Because when it’s just you and me, eating lunch or going out shopping, or making Christmas cookies, I see who you really are, and I really really like it.
jarbaby