The friendzone is a two sided sword. If you’re in it you put yourself there as much as she did. Contrary to popular belief you aren’t trapped there and you can leave whenever the fuck it pleases you. There is however a catch 22 if you choose to leave. The friendzone is to an extent a garuntee that you two will continue to know eachother. If you choose to step out of it you’re in affect abandoning the comfort of a warm bed of emotional intimacy either for something more or something more physical. Whatever your perogative it is truly that easy. Speak your mind, let yourself be know, and whatever will be will be. If you wont speak up it wasn’t that serious, obviously. This friendship is more important or you’re too nervous or or or blah blah blah. If you’re in the friendzone she’s in yours, stop lying to yourself.
Why do girls in movies and on tv look so calm about losing their virginity? They just breath out and maybe make a face indicating mild discomfort and then start in with the euphoria. Is it really that easy for anyone? It hurts and it feels like you’ve gotta pee and it’s the most foreign feeling in the world. It’s also amazing but where is the awkward stop and start? Some of my friends cried their first time. Mine wasn’t nearly that bad but it hurt for a whole day. It took us about 7 tries to get going and when we did I stopped because I just couldn’t get past the pain. Sex is awesome, don’t get me wrong. What planet are these people from though? That loss of virginity doesn’t involve pain or crying or awkward commentary.
Moments of WTF
First moment, I was basically forced to have an opinion on someones judo style. I do not speak to this person on purpose of course I am nice with them because we go to judo together, but we were once close friends he fucked with me and I don’t need his shit anymore. It’s one thing to ask but when I say you’ve gotta figure out what you like that WAS my opinion. In what world do you think I want to tap into my mental files on your fighting styles for a conversation with you? I barely pay attention to your fighting style to begin with. I rarely fight you, you aren’t exceptional, and you aren’t shitty so it doesn’t stand out. I can’t tell you what your go to throw should be. Your specialty isn’t a matter of opinion, especially not my opinion. It’s about what you want. This, to me, sums up your entire being as a person. You are who you think you’re supposed to be, and what others want you to be. Are you even real? I mean seriously do you know who you are?
Second moment, this is what I get for asking my mother to relay a message, I should have known better since this is how her relaying a message always goes. I say something intelligable, she paraphrases it into something insane that either indicates something different, makes me sound like a dumbass, sounds more serious, sounds less serious, doesn’t even involve the same topic. I mean jesus christ.
