This woman is doing a great job depicting the exact type of friend & girlfriend I never ever want to be.
Nearly 2 years ago, I moved in with 3 male roommates. Gradually, as time went on, I grew less and less interested in “hanging out” with guys. I liked the guys I lived with. They were very brotherly… but before that, before them, I would hang out with guys all the time. One-on-one. It wasn’t dating… sometimes maybe, but mostly I just enjoyed spending time with men more.
I bring this up because I’ve realized over this past year I have no interest in “hanging out” with men anymore. I do, because I’m a fan of drinking and sometimes my lady friends are unavailable, but I never enjoy myself as much. I was having a conversation with a male friend the other evening who said that idiot men ruin women at bars. They get overly drunk and agressive and hit on uninterested women relentlessly. As a result, most women are very defensive in bars and refuse to have conversations with strangers, be friendly & social. I feel that. I want to dress up and wear high heels but I don’t want the negative attention. I want to chat with strangers and be social & comfortable but I don’t want the attention. I don’t want any attention, I just want to enjoy the company of friends. So I end up going out unshowered, with no makeup, frizzy hair, dressed in an outfit that looks like its from the Liz Lemon couture line.
And don’t get me started on how impossible it is to ask a guy out for a drink. “Hey, wanna hit up happy hour after work?” translates in their minds to “hey, wanna buy me drinks and get me fucked up enough that I’ll sleep with you?”
No, I’m not accusing anyone of wanting to sleep with me. I’m accusing others of thinking everyone wants to have sex with them.
Maybe its just LA. I find myself uninterested in most people here. As a people-watcher, this creates problems. I don’t feel safe here. I don’t trust anyone. At times, its kind ov invigorating. Other times I want to scream. Mostly I’m just bored. I feel asexual. I can’t even count on one hand the men I’ve felt physically attracted to. The idea of being naked in another persons presence is unsettling. I don’t even like sleeping under the same roof as another person, but I’ve never liked that. I freaked out many exes by leaving to go home alone or asking them to leave my apartment post coitus. It takes a long time before I trust someone enough to sleep next to them. Especially if I have work the next day.
I am such a weirdo.
Last night I had a dream that someone I really care about nearly died saving my life. I woke up and felt like crying for a good hour because I couldn’t see him to make sure he was ok.
I think I’m a tad homesick. Not for home, just my friends.
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“Suddenly I felt a little envious of him. I am the neurological opposite of a psychopath in that I feel anxious almost all the time. It must be great to not constantly feel like you’ve got someone living inside of your face, shooting you with a taser.” — Jon Ronson reading an excerpt of The Psychopath Test on This American Life.
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I can’t even go near franklin because the scientologists are always ruining my buzz. They all look like anorexic shrutes in matching suits. There’s always some slave girls painting fences and hanging out in bushes. I witnessed this all tonight, as well as bicycle security fags. I’m only slightly paranoid from the weed. John Travolta.
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yesterday’s hooker is today’s nasty gal/karmaloop shopping 18-30 year old
“To keep your [underwear] from bunching up inside your pants when you pull them up, place [them] inside your pants before you put them on, then pull them up together…It also helps when wearing tighter pants.” — MY LIFE WILL NEVER BE THE SAME AGAIN! -Lifehacker
I miss crazy angelina.
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friend o’lesbians
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“We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.” — Carson McCullers
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I’m a Tina.