So I'd like to take a moment to talk about relationships, because quite frankly I am sick of them. Not just my own personal relationship but other's as well.
The first pet peeve about relationships are parental relationships. In this time and age half of the young adults that are getting married are more than likely to divorce. If we lived in the thirties or sixties this would have been a huge scandal, however we live in modern day where we have blonde crack whores (such as Lady GaGa) being our children's role model. To be honest I have no problems with divorce. Sure of course it is a sad and unfortunate event but come on people- if you're not happy move on and let the other spouse take half of your earnings rather than get your children even more emotionally involved.
Now, I know it is kind of wrong but I figure none of my family friends or relatives will ever find me on Blogger, and if they do...fuck it. I ABSOLUTELY HATE LIVING IN A HOUSEHOLD WITH TWO UNHAPPY ADULTS! Yes, that means my allowance (what the hell is an allowance?) is bigger and when shit goes down I can always go to the other parent to get out of trouble. But shit people, I can't stand living in a war zone. Rather than drag this out to avoid paying child support let's just get this over with so I can go to sleep peacefully at night mk?
Than of course, I too have my relationship problems. The worse part of the deal is I am not even officially in a relationship, I'm just talking to people! Last time I counted, I was currently talking to twelve guys (hey a girl gotta have her options!) which sounds like a lot, but when you think about how many girls guys talk to...well I'm no different.
I would have to say my biggest pet peeves has got to be when dudes try to snap at me! (Definition of "snap at me": go off, go ham, get crazy, overall bitching). I don't even allow my father to talk to me the way some of these dudes attempt to. I would go bisexual but it honestly go against my religion...and why use a fake object when I can get the real thing (if the reader truly has no idea what object I am referring to, please exit now...you are not mature enough to read my blog). I mean, I am seventeen. I got parties to get fucked up at, guys to screw, days to be grounded, and parent's car keys to steal- why should I be tied down at the moment?
Of course every girl wants the ideal prince charming, three-five kids, nice salary, big house, fancy cars, living next to the Kennedy's,
Well I'm here to tell you girls: GROW THE FUCK UP! Fairy tale's don't exist. You're better off being independent (the definition of independent: not having a sugar daddy;work;or trick, doing things on your own, overall having your shit together minus the man).
Well I think that's enough ranting and raving for now.
Bitterly young,
Shaina.
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