Girls are trouble. They come in and give you this picture of how life could be. They give you a promise of a better tomorrow, but they’re unable to back it up. Don’t get me wrong, they want to. They really do, but they’re incapable. And it’s only after you finally get your hopes up that they reveal their empty words.
A failed endeavor is fine, but then having to see them with someone else… It shouldn’t matter. The two people were ultimately incompatible… but maybe it’s a reminder of that empty promise and the hope you once had. Either way, it does matter. It matters a lot. I can’t really handle seeing them with someone else. It makes me angry, and reminds me of all that shit I had to wade through to get where I am today. Thank God for being able to exercise my anger away. At least that’s doing some good.
People bash being single, but there’s no drama. You do what you want when you want to and don’t give a shit what anyone else thinks. You laugh at girls who cast you a look knowing fully well that there is no desire for a future there. It’s freeing in a sense to be unshackled from the constant search for another. You save a ton of money. You save a ton of time. You even probably save yourself from a ton of pain and disappointment.
Girls are trouble. They’ll tear your heart out.
Could you imagine getting an apartment with the person you love. Falling asleep beside each other, and waking up to see that cute little dopey smile they make when they first get up. You’d never have a bad start to your day, because they’d be the perfect start.
I’ve often seen people share that quote, something like “getting married at 22 is kind of like leaving a party at 9:30.” This does not offend me. I agree. I left with the hottest and funnest person at the party and we picked up a pizza on the way home and are snuggled up watching Mad Men together, and everyone else is still at the party getting super wasted and barfing on themselves and making regrettable decisions.