I DON'T BELIEVE IN FRIENDS
Isn't it funny how people will try to convince you to not believe what your eyes and ears have seen or heard, but believe them instead? It's like saying, "Hey, I know that your ears heard me saying you're a stupid fuck, but I'm telling you that your ears heard what I am about to tell you...." I'd expect this shit from a penis, not someone that I've known for over 10 years. So she's now aware that I know and she's been calling me every other hour. Thank God for caller ID.
Yesterday, in the midst of my anger, I called up another girlfriend. This was an obvious desperate move, because she never answers my calls. She is Dick-centered. When she's in a relationship, you only hear from her when she comes up for air from kissing his ass. Remember that cartoon character from Loony Toons? The female chicken with the glasses, who was after the Rooster? "AHHH, MAAAAAYYAAN!" That's her. So I call her and of course she doesn't answer the phone. My guess is that she's with him in a mall somewhere buying him clothes. They are getting married next Saturday and I'm the Maid of Honor. Nice huh? I'll report back on that soon after. Where's a friend when you need one?
I guess we've reached the age where it's not smart to confide in people who we've once thought of as friends. I don't know where it happened, but as we got older, we became opponents in a competition. Competing to brag about who has the best job, car, the biggest dick, house, etc.
This silent competition has been on for a while amongst my friends. It's funny though because when I compare myself to what my "friends" have, they don't even belong in the same category as me.
I remember as a child, I used to tell girls at school that I didn't believe in friends. All I wanted were two girls to turn the ropes so I could jump double-dutch during recess. Back then, I didn't like people because I knew they would hurt you in the end...I was in the 4th grade when I made this revelation. I guess I should have stuck to my beliefs.
But back to today...Despite the fact that I'm a genital wart carrier, who's got more than the average weight on me and a full beard (if I don't shave), I am happy with myself and my career. I love life! I'm not miserable (all the time) and now because of Nima the Biyatch, I am a bit smarter in the way I deal with my "friends".
Chubby Chocolate signing off.......
Yesterday, in the midst of my anger, I called up another girlfriend. This was an obvious desperate move, because she never answers my calls. She is Dick-centered. When she's in a relationship, you only hear from her when she comes up for air from kissing his ass. Remember that cartoon character from Loony Toons? The female chicken with the glasses, who was after the Rooster? "AHHH, MAAAAAYYAAN!" That's her. So I call her and of course she doesn't answer the phone. My guess is that she's with him in a mall somewhere buying him clothes. They are getting married next Saturday and I'm the Maid of Honor. Nice huh? I'll report back on that soon after. Where's a friend when you need one?
I guess we've reached the age where it's not smart to confide in people who we've once thought of as friends. I don't know where it happened, but as we got older, we became opponents in a competition. Competing to brag about who has the best job, car, the biggest dick, house, etc.
This silent competition has been on for a while amongst my friends. It's funny though because when I compare myself to what my "friends" have, they don't even belong in the same category as me.
I remember as a child, I used to tell girls at school that I didn't believe in friends. All I wanted were two girls to turn the ropes so I could jump double-dutch during recess. Back then, I didn't like people because I knew they would hurt you in the end...I was in the 4th grade when I made this revelation. I guess I should have stuck to my beliefs.
But back to today...Despite the fact that I'm a genital wart carrier, who's got more than the average weight on me and a full beard (if I don't shave), I am happy with myself and my career. I love life! I'm not miserable (all the time) and now because of Nima the Biyatch, I am a bit smarter in the way I deal with my "friends".
Chubby Chocolate signing off.......
posted by Chubby Chocolate @ 11:27 AM
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