Boys Suck

This blog is being composed at 5AM, for a particular someone, because my mind will not allow itself to fall into a slumber. I have no idea whether you're even aware that this blog exists, but on the odd chance that you do, well here you go. And in case you're not sure this is for you: "boys suck."

If you were angry after last night's conversation, I can understand why you might feel that way. But I hope you can also understand that if I was the cause for any anger, I am just as entitled to my own reciprocated anger.

Part of this boils down to assumptions. Societal-imposed norms are to blame, but love exists in all forms, and I should be rightfully offended when I am lumped into the "right" one. People are so quick to judge, which is fine I'll accept that, but acting upon those judgments is what generates so much discord.

What you deem "lies"... honestly, what more can you expect from an insecure individual who essentially has no choice but to continue playing along heteronormative lines. I value the sanctity of marriage, so to use the concept as playfully (or dare I say facetiously to conjure up a more impressive adverb) as you did, is sufficient grounds to assume that you could not possibly be serious. You have no reason to be angered over my compliance with whatever fantasy you had envisioned in your mind.

That being said, no one should be angry. Don't we both already have tons of bull**** to deal with--cheaters, liars, decepticons, hateful vibes, school, life, I'm sure you can add more to the list--?? Obviously, things are not going to be the same for a while. But I'm still just as much the devoted friend that you've known all along.

I trust that your maturity level far exceeds my expectations, so I look forward to chatting with you again, the past behind us. But if for some reason you can't, then I still wish you the best in life. Stop the self-criticism. Embrace the goodness.