Be careful when you ask me for an update. This is what you'll get:
Ever watch Seinfeld? You probably have, whether you wanted to or not. Remember that one episode about the way George and his family celebrate the holiday season? You know, Festivas.
Ladies and Gentleman, pretend its Xmas again.
Prepare yourselves for the Outing of Grievances.
First, let me introduce myself. My real name is Shona. I live in Sarnia. Im 24 (to be 25 in April) with a fairly decent job. I have a great boyfriend, Matt, and a cute cat and a home Im really proud of. I have some good friends, and some really crappy ones. None of you are safe.
My family has been more than decent and have been there when I really needed help, financially or emotionally. None of you are safe, either.
Let me begin.
I am generous with my time and my money. I rarely ask for anything in return. But, when I do, please fucking do it. I shouldnt have to plead or beg or manipulate the situation.
If I pay for your drinks some nights, or take you on road trips, please fucking offer to help out with the finances for the next night out. Dont just sit there and whine how you dont have money for a beer then not say thank you when I buy one for you. Dont expect that Matt and I will take you to London for the weekend then not expect $5 in gas once in a while. Oh, and when I stop doing all that because I have bills of my own, dont just immediately stop calling me because Im no longer of any financial use to you. Also, if you are that pathetic, dont call me your friend anymore because it sounds nice and makes you feel less guilty. Because Im not.
Its not just money, either. Its all the emotional crap too. Dont say you love me if you dont. Due to people like you saying it flippantly like youre handing out compliments and candy, those three words have lost their much-need value in society and mean a hell of a lot less to people who really should feel loved. Why? Because everyone deserves to feel loved, damnit. Even if its not that dramatic, romantic love that Romeo and Juliet sacrificed themselves for, its still fucking worth it. Its like food and water to the emotionally starved. There are different kinds of love, yes. Dont make each and every single one rotten.
Also, please dont just say it and make me try to believe it if your actions dont reflect it whatsoever. If I show my love by doing things you make you happy, please do it in return. Oh, and if I say to you that, I love you, dont Wubba, me back. You either love me or you dont. Fucking deal with the situation at hand and be honest.
Honesty? Oh, darling, how could I forget you too!? If I ask you to make plans with me that night and youre tired or you want alone time, please say so. Dont say youll be over around 8ish or 9ish or wheneverISH. If I make plans with you for wine and a movie, and you know Im going out to buy both in time for our plans at ISHtime, please fucking SHOW UP. Dont ditch me to watch TV or go out with your boyfriend and not bother calling me back. If I call you the next day to see why you didnt show, dont even bother fucking telling me you fell asleep. Why? Theres this thing called an alarm clock. I set it to wake me up when I have to be somewhere later. They sell them in stores. FUCKING BUY ONE, read the instructions and use the mother fucker. Its not difficult. Even for you.
Again, honesty. Expect a lot more of it from me in the future. I think some people need a reminder of it's meaning.
Dont call me family, then make me always the last person to find out about your bad times.
Dont call me your best friend, when you treat me like your sugar mama or your bitch.
Dont call me acquaintance, if you cant remember my name.
Dont call me your lover and tell me that you want to spend the rest of your life with me, then say youll never want to marry me.
Dont call me Shona if you pronounce it like Shawna. Its not my name. My name is Shona. Again, Shona. Like Show-nuh. I dont call you Johnifer or Mickle or Asslay.
Dont flirt with me if youre a girl and not interested. As someone who likes girls, its really fucking confusing.
Dont come to me and agree with everything I say here, then pull one of the damned stunts that I mentioned earlier.
If you are going to be anything to me:
Dont lie.
Dont steal.
Dont cheat.
Dont promise anything you cant give me.
I am:
Honest
Respectable
Loving
Caring
Genuine
Romantic
Sympathetic
Not going to take your blue-in-the-face bullshit anymore.
Im sorry guys, but Im just sick of the selfishness. Im sick of those who put themselves before others when its not a matter of survival. What happened to caring for someone genuinely and being a friend to the end? I dont care how fucking sappy I sound. I miss love of many kinds, I miss someone smiling when they see me, I miss people calling to see how I am.
Think back to every death in your lifetime. Whats the number one regret? That they didnt tell that person they were loved enough. Its true.
Sparky I love you in that way.
My close friends who read all this and know Im not talking about them, I love you in that friend way.
Am I dying? No. Why wait until then?
Ever watch Seinfeld? You probably have, whether you wanted to or not. Remember that one episode about the way George and his family celebrate the holiday season? You know, Festivas.
Ladies and Gentleman, pretend its Xmas again.
Prepare yourselves for the Outing of Grievances.
First, let me introduce myself. My real name is Shona. I live in Sarnia. Im 24 (to be 25 in April) with a fairly decent job. I have a great boyfriend, Matt, and a cute cat and a home Im really proud of. I have some good friends, and some really crappy ones. None of you are safe.
My family has been more than decent and have been there when I really needed help, financially or emotionally. None of you are safe, either.
Let me begin.
I am generous with my time and my money. I rarely ask for anything in return. But, when I do, please fucking do it. I shouldnt have to plead or beg or manipulate the situation.
If I pay for your drinks some nights, or take you on road trips, please fucking offer to help out with the finances for the next night out. Dont just sit there and whine how you dont have money for a beer then not say thank you when I buy one for you. Dont expect that Matt and I will take you to London for the weekend then not expect $5 in gas once in a while. Oh, and when I stop doing all that because I have bills of my own, dont just immediately stop calling me because Im no longer of any financial use to you. Also, if you are that pathetic, dont call me your friend anymore because it sounds nice and makes you feel less guilty. Because Im not.
Its not just money, either. Its all the emotional crap too. Dont say you love me if you dont. Due to people like you saying it flippantly like youre handing out compliments and candy, those three words have lost their much-need value in society and mean a hell of a lot less to people who really should feel loved. Why? Because everyone deserves to feel loved, damnit. Even if its not that dramatic, romantic love that Romeo and Juliet sacrificed themselves for, its still fucking worth it. Its like food and water to the emotionally starved. There are different kinds of love, yes. Dont make each and every single one rotten.
Also, please dont just say it and make me try to believe it if your actions dont reflect it whatsoever. If I show my love by doing things you make you happy, please do it in return. Oh, and if I say to you that, I love you, dont Wubba, me back. You either love me or you dont. Fucking deal with the situation at hand and be honest.
Honesty? Oh, darling, how could I forget you too!? If I ask you to make plans with me that night and youre tired or you want alone time, please say so. Dont say youll be over around 8ish or 9ish or wheneverISH. If I make plans with you for wine and a movie, and you know Im going out to buy both in time for our plans at ISHtime, please fucking SHOW UP. Dont ditch me to watch TV or go out with your boyfriend and not bother calling me back. If I call you the next day to see why you didnt show, dont even bother fucking telling me you fell asleep. Why? Theres this thing called an alarm clock. I set it to wake me up when I have to be somewhere later. They sell them in stores. FUCKING BUY ONE, read the instructions and use the mother fucker. Its not difficult. Even for you.
Again, honesty. Expect a lot more of it from me in the future. I think some people need a reminder of it's meaning.
Dont call me family, then make me always the last person to find out about your bad times.
Dont call me your best friend, when you treat me like your sugar mama or your bitch.
Dont call me acquaintance, if you cant remember my name.
Dont call me your lover and tell me that you want to spend the rest of your life with me, then say youll never want to marry me.
Dont call me Shona if you pronounce it like Shawna. Its not my name. My name is Shona. Again, Shona. Like Show-nuh. I dont call you Johnifer or Mickle or Asslay.
Dont flirt with me if youre a girl and not interested. As someone who likes girls, its really fucking confusing.
Dont come to me and agree with everything I say here, then pull one of the damned stunts that I mentioned earlier.
If you are going to be anything to me:
Dont lie.
Dont steal.
Dont cheat.
Dont promise anything you cant give me.
I am:
Honest
Respectable
Loving
Caring
Genuine
Romantic
Sympathetic
Not going to take your blue-in-the-face bullshit anymore.
Im sorry guys, but Im just sick of the selfishness. Im sick of those who put themselves before others when its not a matter of survival. What happened to caring for someone genuinely and being a friend to the end? I dont care how fucking sappy I sound. I miss love of many kinds, I miss someone smiling when they see me, I miss people calling to see how I am.
Think back to every death in your lifetime. Whats the number one regret? That they didnt tell that person they were loved enough. Its true.
Sparky I love you in that way.
My close friends who read all this and know Im not talking about them, I love you in that friend way.
Am I dying? No. Why wait until then?
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