Um. I feel like I’ve been running into a very similar question/topic with a lot of my girl friends recently (who are we kidding I pretty much only have girl friends):
Asking out a guy.
"Should I do it?"
First off. It blows my mind how many cute girls don’t realize they’re cute. Whenever a guy runs into a girl who doesn’t realize she’s pretty, its like a switch goes off in his head like, “Wait. She’s nervous? What the fuck? Why? OMG SHE DOESN’T REALIZE SHES HOT.”
Hmm. Now these girls who I’ve had this conversation realize I think they’re cute.
But thats besides the point.
Next point is that there is a very specific theme that has developed in terms of hitting on someone/thinking they’re cute/etc. recently.
Hahaha. I mean, this idea has been around for a long time, but I feel like the terms “creep”, “creeping”, “creeper” are something that just fucking exploded and I’ve heard nonstop by people in the last 4-5 years or so.
But these terms are only really a social stigma (right way to use that word?) that applies to guys.
If a girl is creeping, say on a guys facebook pictures…thats not creepy at all. No matter how many times they say it or think it is, most guys would probably be like “OMG SHES INTO ME” if they found out. I don’t think the same can be said the other way around.
Example: A bar. Or just fucking anywhere.
If a guy tries to hit on a girl all night and she’s not feeling it and he can’t read those signals, then he’s just fucking creeping all night. And every guy at every bar faces this challenge. He has to muster up not only the courage of being rejected, but also being labeled a creeper.
Girls don’t have that aside from the rejection thing. At best you’re a hot girl making a move on a guy (WHICH IS FUCKING HOT AND AWESOME BY THE WAY). And at worst you’re just a girl making a move on a guy who’s not that into you in which case you just keep going for other guys who will most likely be into you.
I and all other guys have to pass that “creeper barrier” before even being considered for this:
Alright. That was kind of a low blow. But I just thought that picture was hilarious and wanted to fit it into this post somehow.
But you get my point.
GO ASK GUYS OUT.
Because there are a lot of good, genuine guys out there are who nervous, awkward, and don’t want to creepy. Not me though. I’m totally not nervous or awkward when it comes to girls. Not at all. Ever. Never. Nope.
“Meet somebody who you like enough to hang out with for a bit. Learn their birthday and their favorite childhood snack. Break it off after two months but your friends never meet them so you revel in the fact that you can meet people outside your circle now like an adult. Suddenly remember how awful and terrible dating is. Retreat to your couch and take long walks and buy your own drinks. Eat yourself through a winter. Spend all this time staring at skylines and learning from your best friend’s mistakes and watching reruns. Crave and love being alone until you decide to want to meet people again. Go on blind dates so you can have a whole bunch of terrible dating stories to tell people who will listen. Meet people at bars even though that’s never a good idea. Have a whole bunch of messy kisses and bad breakups and meet people with stories nothing like and exactly like your own. Kiss somebody because they’re pretty, kiss somebody because you are. Obsess over text messages and then learn not to. Have good sex, have bad sex, have no sex for a while. Tell somebody ‘I’ve never done that before’ and do it. Have the gall to leave somebody because they make you feel bad. Dance a lot, but stop grinding. Experiment. Say I love you and hear it back. Learn what you like in bed and express it. Fuck up. Get pissed. Be upset. Be alive. Try to remember it, or write it all down. Kiss somebody somewhere stupid, like in the middle of the street. Scream at the top of a roofdeck because you’re alone and happy and it’s a moment. Make a million mistakes with a handful of people. Learn when to give yourself and when to not. Stop using the word ‘attached.’ Tell your friends too much over brunch and love them more for it. Finally meet somebody who is your first big mature relationship. The story of how you met could be romantic, but probably not. Take photos together, make dinner together, remember all their smells and moods and laughs, date for a long time. Settle in not unlike a squirrel. Have them teach you something. Break up. Be a wreck. Take your time. Buy a whole new wardrobe. Sleep with somebody terrible. Get back out there. Date. Repeat. Grow up.”
I went to a show by myself to see my friend play (because I am a loser and he is a rockstar). So I see him play and am inspired to write music so I decided to leave and go write.
But on my way out I walk past some parked cars, one of which honks at me. I try my best to make out who it is, but I can’t for the life of me. Kind of looks like my old music theory teacher, but not sure. It’d be pretty funny if it was though.
But it wasn’t.
It was an old man. An old man who I did not know. I found this out after walking up to his window of course. So he rolls his window down and I say:
"Um…did you honk at me?"
*Look of confusion on my face*
"I just thought you were a nice looking dude."
"Oh. Well…um…thanks. Have a good night!"
WALK AWAY AS FAST AS YOU CAN. TURN THE CORNER AND RUN LIKE A MOTHER FUCKER.
And so I did. And maybe this is buzzed Wes leaving the bar, but I SWEAR TO GOD HE FOLLOWED ME FOR A WHILE. I swear I saw the same car wiz by a couple times.
Browsing through someone’s facebook pictures. Not creepy.
OLD STRANGER HITTING ON YOU IN THE DARK AND THEN FOLLOWING YOU FOR BLOCKS.
I don’t really know how I’m going to start this or even what the main theme of it is supposed to be.
Rather, I think it’ll just be a compilation of all the thoughts that have been trying to make sense of themselves in the past week or so.
I feel like after most breakups, people often try to tell themselves that everything is okay and that they have a firm grasp on things. And personally, I think they’re almost always wrong. I think that whatever comes out is usually something they just want to hear; something that validates what they want to believe in hopes that it will make them feel better.
Everything is not okay and I don’t have a firm grasp on things. And thats alright…at least I hope so.
I can’t tell you that everything is okay when I can’t send texts to someone in the middle of the day who understands my random thoughts and humor.
I can’t tell you that everything is okay when someone who loves my dog as much as I do is now out of both of our lives.
I can’t tell you that everything is okay when I go to bed by myself after falling asleep next to someone for almost two years.
…Because its not. And I’m not going to pretend like it is.
And as appealing as laying in bed all day may be, I just have to get up.
And I have to appreciate my friends. Because thats what helps.
Its things like watching A Goofy Movie with your friends EVEN if you’re the third wheel. Or nights of drunkenly playing foosball that end up with your friend getting forcefully kicked out of a party in the most hilarious manner. Its your friend’s 21st birthday where he ends up ralphing at a classy restaurant. And its all those texts from friends who check up on you and just want to give you something to laugh about.
And you just have to laugh.
And sure, a few sighs might come throughout the night and thats okay. But try your best to laugh. If I’ve learned anything, its just that.
And she seems like she’s happier without you around. And thats hard to accept. Even if its not true, just the fact that she could be happy without you at all is hard to hear. And that is both selfish and understandable. And through that process, you almost wish that she would be unhappy.
Earth’s shifts on its axis over the past 3,000 years have changed the 12 zodiac signs. For example, think your sign is Aquarius? You may be a Pisces. (There’s also a 13th sign, Ophiuchus, that’s based on a constellation the ancient Babylonians threw out for symmetry thousands of years ago.)
So who’s to blame for this scam on zodiac devotees?
The ancient Babylonians based the zodiac on which constellation the sun appeared to be in when a person was born. Since then, the moon’s has exerted a gravitation pull on Earth, causing a “wobble” on its axis that has shifted the stars’ alignment by about a month, the Minneapolis Star-Tribune reports.
"Because of this change in the tilt, the Earth is over here and the sun is in a different constellation than it was 3,000 years ago when this study of the stars began," astronomer Parke Kunkle told the Twin Cities’ KARE-TV.
The shift isn’t new, Kunkle says — the zodiac world just hasn’t taken the wobble into account.
I can’t remember the last time I read this much for school in a given day. I’ve gone from post-Maoist China, to economic liberalism, and finishing up with capitalism creating gay identity in like 12 hours only stopping for food. My eyes burn.
What confusing commotion would you like to walk away from and never come back to? What lessons have you learned so well that you’re overdue to graduate from them? What long-term healing process would you like to finish up so you can finally get started on the building phase that your healing will give you the power to carry out? These are excellent questions to ask yourself as you plan your life in the next six months.
- Free Will Astrology from the Stranger by Rob Brezsny
Sometimes you have to come to the realization that, “There are just some people who are that selfish.” And its mind-blowing, because its almost incomprehensible to believe that there are people out there who are like that…but there are. And you either need to disassociate yourself from those people or get used to it.