i'm just going to say it:
fourth of july was WEIRD.
first off, as a holiday i've never been much for it, save for a few years when i was young and it meant fried chicken, and then last year when it meant being good and drunk.
you don't give cards or get presents. there's no candy. and don't give me any lines about celebrating the independence of our country and its birth, you can shove it straight up your ass. no offense, but i exercise my independence every day.
but this one had my friends [one from college, one from high school, they're now dating] stay with me for the weekend. i like both of them. i had a good time with them at the beach. maybe the girl wasn't very enthusiastic to be there, or maybe they're having a rough time in their relationship. but they fucking HELL AND A HALF to be around!! lordy... when she wasn't pushing him away [not that i blame her bc he's stifling] and he wasn't sulking because she'd rejected him, they were all over each other like squirrels in a disney movie. also, for some WEIRD reason, he plays down his intelligence around her. which i don't get, because she's smart, and he's smart, and i've only heard of girls doing that before. i guess that's sexist of me.
and then he bitches about his allergies. he has some food allergies. you know what? I have food allergies. i've known that i had them since i was 3. i can't have anything with wheat in it or anything that originated from a cow. i've learned to accept them, and i cheat on them as i like, fully accepting the consequences if i do. [wheezing, stuffy nose, headache, gas, etc. not all at once, mind you!] when i met him it was great to find somebody else who wasn't vegan but avoided all cow products. now he thinks he has celiac disease. this means no gluten. except he doesn't KNOW if he has it. he goes to all sorts of doctors and has tests done [or at least, he always talks about getting them done] and he still doesn't know what's wrong with him. now he says he doesn't think he's allergic to milk. and he bitches if i ever try to feed him [mind you, this is at MY house] and he whines like a little kid. i sometimes wonder if he's actually listening to his voice, because it goes up an octave into his nose! so, i'm a bitch if i plan meals for people staying with me, because i'm being thoughtless, even though i TOLD him that i didn't know what to check the labels for and that he should bring any food he wants to eat.
he also feels totally victimized because his mom is also fed up with his many and varying stomach diseases, so she is making him pay for his own food. and specialty food is way way more expensive than regular. again, he bitches to me about things that i know. now i do think his mom is a lousy whore, and that she's being steamrolled by her annoying girlfriend who is now LIVING with them [whole other kettle of fish] but again, john, when your parents are lousy you have to suck it up. deal.
likewise, when you are sick, suck it up. i realize you have the right to eat and be comfortable. but i swear, if he farts he thinks it's an allergic reaction. and he's so painfully self-concious and insecure about any stomach problem i just want to shake him like a little baby!!! i remember when people's mothers would get pissed off at me for not eating my cake at a birthday party, and asking if they had anything else. that was different. i was 8. he is nearly 21. it's not the sickness i mind. it's the self-righteous, pity-me attitude.
ok. i feel better now. and much less angry at a guy who really is my best friend. sorry for the bitchfest!
fourth of july was WEIRD.
first off, as a holiday i've never been much for it, save for a few years when i was young and it meant fried chicken, and then last year when it meant being good and drunk.
you don't give cards or get presents. there's no candy. and don't give me any lines about celebrating the independence of our country and its birth, you can shove it straight up your ass. no offense, but i exercise my independence every day.
but this one had my friends [one from college, one from high school, they're now dating] stay with me for the weekend. i like both of them. i had a good time with them at the beach. maybe the girl wasn't very enthusiastic to be there, or maybe they're having a rough time in their relationship. but they fucking HELL AND A HALF to be around!! lordy... when she wasn't pushing him away [not that i blame her bc he's stifling] and he wasn't sulking because she'd rejected him, they were all over each other like squirrels in a disney movie. also, for some WEIRD reason, he plays down his intelligence around her. which i don't get, because she's smart, and he's smart, and i've only heard of girls doing that before. i guess that's sexist of me.
and then he bitches about his allergies. he has some food allergies. you know what? I have food allergies. i've known that i had them since i was 3. i can't have anything with wheat in it or anything that originated from a cow. i've learned to accept them, and i cheat on them as i like, fully accepting the consequences if i do. [wheezing, stuffy nose, headache, gas, etc. not all at once, mind you!] when i met him it was great to find somebody else who wasn't vegan but avoided all cow products. now he thinks he has celiac disease. this means no gluten. except he doesn't KNOW if he has it. he goes to all sorts of doctors and has tests done [or at least, he always talks about getting them done] and he still doesn't know what's wrong with him. now he says he doesn't think he's allergic to milk. and he bitches if i ever try to feed him [mind you, this is at MY house] and he whines like a little kid. i sometimes wonder if he's actually listening to his voice, because it goes up an octave into his nose! so, i'm a bitch if i plan meals for people staying with me, because i'm being thoughtless, even though i TOLD him that i didn't know what to check the labels for and that he should bring any food he wants to eat.
he also feels totally victimized because his mom is also fed up with his many and varying stomach diseases, so she is making him pay for his own food. and specialty food is way way more expensive than regular. again, he bitches to me about things that i know. now i do think his mom is a lousy whore, and that she's being steamrolled by her annoying girlfriend who is now LIVING with them [whole other kettle of fish] but again, john, when your parents are lousy you have to suck it up. deal.
likewise, when you are sick, suck it up. i realize you have the right to eat and be comfortable. but i swear, if he farts he thinks it's an allergic reaction. and he's so painfully self-concious and insecure about any stomach problem i just want to shake him like a little baby!!! i remember when people's mothers would get pissed off at me for not eating my cake at a birthday party, and asking if they had anything else. that was different. i was 8. he is nearly 21. it's not the sickness i mind. it's the self-righteous, pity-me attitude.
ok. i feel better now. and much less angry at a guy who really is my best friend. sorry for the bitchfest!
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Your so right about the 4th it kinda losses it's spunk after about 16, you know the age where you say this shit is dangerous, I could blow my hand off.
Next time your out catch a big one.