Yeah, I know, two rage blogs within three days. I don't care. This made me mad, and I wanted to share that with you all.
I just wish the insanity would stop. We're already subjected to celebrity advertisements, the wonderful Kardashian "role-models," government censorship, endless war, failing economic AND education systems--AND NOW WE GET "TXTING NO-NOS."
Who. Gives. A. Shit. And it's not just this article. Oh no, Yahoo dating advice has crept into my peripheral before, but I always had the willpower to ignore it. Not tonight. Not after I've been trapped in the house because of rain/hail. (I took about a 1.5 mile jog today and got absolutely drenched).
I know all these bilge articles are from bilge magazines like Marie Claire and 17 and Oversexing Your Generation For Dummies--well, I made that last one up, but you get my drift. I don't care. I don't want Yahoo shoving this shit in my face. I have a life to get on track; am I the only one who realizes THAT THIS SHIT DOESN'T MATTER?
I'M worried about what I'm going to do with my life, and THIS JACKASS is worried about texting some chick he slept with on the first date before 8:00 AM the next morning? Do I sound bitter? Fuck you.
There are so many stupid little arcane rules in dating nowadays that are just plain fabricated.
How do I handle it? I give the girl my number; if she calls or texts me, cool. If not, fine. No need to sweat it when you have good friends who love you anyway.
How about this: just create one all-encompassing "Love and Sex" article entitled, Is Your Partner a Douchebag or Bitch?
It'd go something like...
Stop obsessing over neurotic shit and find someone you're happy with. If the person you're with sucks and/or puts you down, move on to the next and stop wasting everyone's time.
Fuck you very much,
P.S. Did you notice the entire world is imploding?