Grumpy pants

Today on Facebook I logged in to see that one acquaintance of mine had changed their status to "married". Knowing she isn't married, this annoys the living fuck out of me. But the question is, why?

My natural inclination is to say this: "Okay, look, this is basically making your relationship look more substantive than it really is." Particularly, this couple has been dating for a half of a year at best, so to me it seems gaudy to me that they'd even joke about marriage. So I say, "Look kids, you're about several years off from this, at least."

But then again, that isn't the REAL reason I'm annoyed.

While there is a lot of truth to what I'd like to say, the crux of the matter is that this time last year, I was the one with the blinders on. I was, for all extents and purposes, as puppy-eyed for Shanndra. We were the ones who were happily dreaming about marriage and a seemingly endless future together. But then everything went to shit, and I was hurt harder then I've been since my childhood.

So what's really happened is that I've gotten incredibly cynical. Instead of taking it as a cute gesture, I get angry since because I have problems with the concept of that kind of relationship lasting. That kind of romantic love didn't last for me right? So why would it, or should it, last for anyone else?

Pardon My Dust

Since I dispelled those negative feelings through making them public, I have one request for you, the reader.

As anyone who is a regular reader of my work can contest, I'm really bad at self editing. I just read over my own words as how I want them to be, not how they actually are. So, dear reader, if you ever see a mistake, please don't be afraid to point it out. In fact, try reaching me by email at so I can fix my grammatical error for the good of all mankind.

I thank you in advance.

The Lesson of the Day

This weekend has been full of many lessons.

One lesson important lesson I learned is that it doesn't matter if you try to get as many of your friends as possible to see a movie. The rest of America just won't. They prefer to just watch the same old crappy action movie over and over again.

The other important lesson I learned, which I should have learned six months ago, is to never tell people you take fancy with any of your negative feelings. Always pretend everything is peachy. Fuck your depression. It doesn't matter. Bottle it up until you can't feel. Because putting up a front is better than letting guys or girls know how you feel.

Because knowing is half the battle.

(/snark)