I am so angry right now, I’m talking about it here, when I know I shouldn’t. But I have GOT TO GET THIS OUT.
Acrosticus, questioning the generalizations here is not a good idea, not for a week or so anyway. And no, it isn’t one in particular, which is what amazes me.
What the FUCK is it with men? No, boys, because clearly they are all in some goo-goo world where they’re fifteen and it’s cool to think of every woman you don’t want to have sex with as your mother. Yay, I have an MBA and the universe owes me everything I’ve ever wanted. Grow the fuck up. Seriously.
Your think you are entitled to some playstation version of adult life where wooo you get points for going to some college or school, doesn’t mean shit if you don’t have the responsibility to wake up and go to work, or make an effort to talk to people you don’t know, or take the time to organise the details of things instead of producing an idea and expecting someone else to do the work.
You think that because someone puts up with your shit time and again, and always forgives you, they will keep doing so.
Not even pathetic, needy, desperate for approval, and will do anything to make people like me MinCat.
Eventually, it will come around and bite you in the ass. You might lose the only person you could talk to in your city. You might end up with piles of dirty clothes. You might find yourself never seeing some people you liked to see. You might find that suddenly, gasp, plans do not revolve around you, where you are willing to go, and who you are willing to see.
You might find yourself, in short, in the real world.
And I’m done enabling your SIMS world.
Seriously, grow the fuck up.
Or go back to your mommy. I’m not her.