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Short Trip 2 Hell
Let us talk about the egos of men shall we?
Where the fuck do they get off?
Tonight was a train wreck. What I thought was this nice older (60+) european man, turned out to be just another guy trying to proposition me. Like seriously kept woman, Indecent Proposal kind of proposition- but not with a handsome man involved.
Where the fuck do they get off????
It was fine at first but then he got all weird, talking about touching, massaging, and beyond. Even after I told him I had a boyfriend (lie like a lizard) he continued, "well your boyfriend does not need to know everything about your private life". Are you fucking kidding me dude?
After about a half hour of this uncomfortable conversation, because I just don't have it in me to get all firey about it, I'm too fucking polite for my own good. But finally I got uncomfortable enough to get up, thank him for the drink and desert, and walked out of the restaurant.
They just want to use you. Trips, cars, money, don't mean much to them- they can give you those things- but what they see in you, your spirit, you can't buy and sell that. You can't get that back, not the same version of it. And the sad part of this is, that these stupid men exist because there are hollow, superficial women out there that allow this kind of bullshit, but why can't they go out and find one of them? They're so easy to spot, they're everywhere.
You people can't break my spirit! I have a hard enough time with life, I don't need to be any closer to knowing more about you shallow self-centered assholes. I see you across my counter every day at work. I see you in line at the stores. I see you every where I go- but don't you DARE cross that line into my life. I may tolerate your presence but if you persist I will tear you to fucking shreds.
Maybe it's my bright spirit that attracts them, even in hard times there's a fire there. As bad as things get I'm still a fighter deep inside. They can't break that. They need to stick with their soulless kind.
Where do they get off?
I'll tell you where. The fucking short bus to hell.
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