So there's all these irritating tumblr blogs essentially moaning about how they're so IN LOVE and how it's so awful that THE LOVE IS NOT RECIPROCATED. My honest reaction to one of these posts is "Shutupshutupshutup. SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP. SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP. SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP."
It's really irritating. Because what if you aren't in love, you really aren't, you then have constant blogs about how difficult everyone's life is.
And has it ever occured to you guys, ok, prepare, 'cause this, this my internet friend is going to freakin' BLOW YER MIND.
Are you sitting comfertably? then I'll begin.
WHAT IF YOU WEREN'T CATASTROPHICALLY IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE WHO DIDN'T KNOW YOU EXIST?
WHAT IF.
IT WAS THE OTHER WAY ROUND? LET'S HAVE SOME SYMPATHY FOR THE GIRL THAT HE LIKES.
I'll tell you my own sorry story. I started speaking to a boy in my year (Flynn*) on the social networks over the summer of good auld 2012. And it was incredible, we'd never spoken in real life but over chat it was very much "OH MY GOD YOU ARE PERFECT WE MATCH SO WELL."
And of course, I fell for him, but was very firmly "not in love", as I've never been so far, as love would probably feel a lot stronger than this weak attraction I have for guys. And then he, in the grand law of how things work out, starting seeing a perfect girl (Kenzie*) who, although lovely, I hated at the time. As if she couldn't irratate me more, she joined in with everyone getting a fringe and GOT ONE. NO KENZIE, THAT IS MY THING, I wailed from my bedroom floor.
They then ended, and I still liked him, and we had trouble talking in person, because he wasn't as witty and "PERF" in person, that's the nature of people. I'm kind of the same I am online, I scream and wail and say "omg no relly tho".
I eventually lost interest, and then he found some for me, malheureusement.
It all came to a head when he tried to tell me at a party, after telling all my year at a party that had occurred previously. So of course I already knew, christ Flynn*, I'm not that unsociable that I avoided everyone I know coming up to me and hinting unsubtly.
Then at the party, he informed me he needed to speak to me later and then TOLD EVERYONE.
AGAIN.
Then he remembered (oh duh Flynn.) that OH YAH his bestie liked me too. So then he punched a mirror and had to get stitches, after ridiculous consumption of da vodka.
He then TEXTED me (oh, where did chivalry go?) and we sorted it out. We hardly talk now.
But whenever a guy likes me, I feel a bit ill. When girls like me, I embrace them (a hug, you trollop.) and tell them it'll be ok.
I'm just waiting for the right guy.
APPLY FOR THE LOVE OF JOHN HUGHES, CHIVALRY AND BEING THE STRONG SILENT TYPE.
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