*This is something I wrote weeks ago. It’s just a rant. I want to know if there is anyone else out there that feels the way I do*
Alright so there’s something I have to get off my chest. What is with this generation (my own and younger)? Do these club hopping, bar crawling, hook up fanatics have no self respect anymore? It seriously pisses me off. I just don’t get it. They have no concept of what a decent relationship is. It’s as if immaturity is fashionable. I’m all for having a good time and hanging out with friends, but is getting shit faced, hooking up with random people, and not remembering it the next day really that fucking amazing? Maybe I’m just not a fun person, and I know I’m nowhere near society’s idea of good looking, but I’m not writing this because I’m jealous of those mental midgets. I’m writing this because I’m pissed the fuck off. Why? Because I was in a relationship of almost a year with one of them. This fucking girl lied to me, took advantage of me, wanted to always get drunk, go to bars, clubs, talk to whoever the fuck she wanted to no matter how uncomfortable I got with it (no, before you go on a rage about me being controlling, I wasn’t. What made me uncomfortable about it was that she would fucking lie right to my face about it, and make up bullshit stories that she knew I just wanted to hear). I get that you want to live your life (YOLO right? no, jump off a cliff), but if you’re in a relationship you HAVE to consider the other person’s feelings. There’s no fucking one way. I mean, there is, but do you know what that’s called? Fucking single life. Stay single if that’s how you want to live, or find someone who feels the same way you do. Don’t be with someone who is willing to give you that respect without giving it back. It fucks a person up; I know, I’ve been there… I’m still there.
This is something I’ve kept deep down inside for a long time and I’m sick of it festering in my mind. I’ve been hurt, lied to, betrayed, destroyed, rebuilt, and destroyed again. Guess what? I’m getting real fucking used to it. Do I regret that relationship? No, not entirely. I regret not leaving sooner and allowing my mental state of being to be shattered and creating my own suicidal thoughts, but I don’t regret it because I’ve learned exactly what the fuck I don’t want in a partner, or in any friend in general. I want honesty; don’t fucking lie to me and make up bullshit excuses. I want intelligence; if you’re just into getting fucked up then please keep walking. I despise this bar/club/hookup culture; if that’s what you’re into then please stand 100 yards away from me because you’re wasting my oxygen. You know what else? If you don’t like this then fuck you. I hope that bitch ex of mine is happy. She gave up a chance with a guy who really cared about her, who would do anything for her, all because she wanted to go out and do whatever she wanted. But guess what? Her loss, my fucking gain. I hope she’s happy burying herself in the attention of other guys. Good for her. I don’t believe in Karma, but good luck finding someone who was offering what I was willing to give in a club or at the bottom of a glass. She’s not my nightmare anymore.
In conclusion; this human species of ours seems to be going to hell in a hand basket. I’m definitely not the praying type, but if I had one wish, it would probably be for an alien race to come down and wipe us out with one quick sweep. This would allow some other species to evolve and perhaps take over, and take care of this beautiful little planet that we certainly don’t deserve. Am I bitter because of what happened to me? Yeah, I won’t lie and say I’m not. But I’m more angry because I allowed myself to be fooled, and led to believe that how I felt was respected. Nobody these days seems to understand the ancient idea of fucking respect. Have respect for yourself; have respect for your partner, your friends, and your family. If you don’t then you’re a burden on the society and need to be excommunicated from the rest the evolved world. And again, if you don’t like this, then fuck you.