My psychiatrist told me that when I’m upset, I should channel my emotions into writing instead of projecting them on to people (lol jk my psychiatrist never said that.) So here I am, back on Tumblr, ranting about problems like the crazy person I am.
My problem of the day is that I do not understand women, or maybe people in general. A couple years ago, when Thirty Day Challenges were what all the hip kids on Tumblr did, I wrote a rant on love. If you would like to read it here’s the link, if you do not want to read it, no hard feelings, my Tumblr doesn’t require prerequisite reading (extra reading is for squares.) But the reading does show how life has changed my view on love in the past two years. Maybe my view of love is a standard evolution process that most people go though, or maybe I’m just crazy, (my psychiatrist tends to go with the latter) but either way, it’s a tough, confusing topic that I have been meditating on for the past couple weeks.
Now, where do I begin? Love? Relationships? People? That’s that shit that I don’t like. For real doe, I’m pretty sure Chief Keef would agree with me. Love and relationships are great when everything is going right, but when it goes wrong, it sucks. Letting go of someone you loved can hit you like a ton of bricks, make you do things you never thought you’d do. But at the same time women are great. All I really want for my birthday is a big booty hoe. But great as a big booty hoe may be, the idea of a relationship and her create an impasse. To acquire a big booty hoe, one may be forced to create a relationship with a woman (the hoe), be it a boyfriend/girlfriend situation, a friends with benefits situation or a casual hook up. In each case, the person is forced to interact with a different human being. This is where problems start. As I said in my last rant, the main reason why love, or any relationship in general, is so complicated is because there are two people playing this hypothetical game. It is basically impossible to know what a different person is thinking. A person may have certain inclinations or tendencies, but you never really know what they are thinking 100% of the time. And since you don’t always know what another person is thinking, all relationships are in a sense a gamble, even if some are safer gambles than others.
The relationship situation, which contains the most risk, is the traditional relationship, in which two people make an agreement to form a monogamous relationship for an undisclosed period of time. A person may spend, oh I don’t know, lets say two years on the relationship. This said person might do all the right things, spend immeasurable amounts of time and energy on the relationship, be told that he is loved everyday, and reciprocate that love. But since the person never really knows what the other person is thinking, at the end of the two years he may find out that EVERYTHING HE HAD BEEN TOLD WAS A LIE!!!!…. Whoa, where did that come from?
But seriously, how is one to know if a person they are in a relationship with is actually a no good, soul-stealing succubus? Is two years too soon to fall in love? If it is, how can one justify spending two or more years on a high risk high reward venture, in where the reward is a beautiful girl that you can spend your life with, but the risk is the girl may actually end up being a demon from hell, in the form of a women, bent on seducing men and taking their life energy?
Don’t get me wrong; being in a relationship can be great. Some of the best times of my life were spent with a girl who I didn’t know was a demonic succubus. That being said, I continue to wonder, was it worth it?
Is it worth falling in love with a big booty hoe, even if there is a chance that she might be collecting jars of hearts a la Christina Perri. My answer is, as usual, I don’t know. But for the time being, I will follow the words of the great wordsmith Snoop Lion who said this in 94, we don’t love them hoes. And although many are partial to big booty hoes, Snoop Lion, formerly known as Snoop Dogg or Snoop Doggy Dogg, and his ideology have stood the test of time. Showing hoes no love is still a common philosophy that is still practiced in todays society. Is this the best way to go? Who knows, but until I find another potential succubus worth spending two plus years on, we don’t love them hoes is my motto. You already know doe.
Sounds about right
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I told myself i wasnt going to buy anymore sneakers but my inner Sixer’s Fan is going crazy right now
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