I’m just gonna shout this to the void, because I just want to get it off my chest.
If you are interested in me, I need you to make some attempts at communication. I need you to initiate the conversation every now and then. I feel dumb because I try to make things simple. If I want to talk to someone, I’ll text/call them. However that ends up making me feel stupid and overbearing when I’m the only one trying to make plans and initiate or hold up conversations.
I’m not a terribly complicated guy. I know what I’m looking for, and when I see it I express interest in it. If that interest and attention is unwanted that is totally cool, just let me know and I’ll go about my damn business.
Because I hate feeling like I’m chasing after someone who is disinterested in me. I have felt that way far too often in my life and I know what it feels like as soon as it starts.
I am not some middle school chump sending Myspace messages to the girl he’s got a crush on and pining for her in math class. I don’t have time for that shit. I am too old for it.
I’ve never seen such an eclectic group of people be able to consistently pull off headshots with pistols as I’ve seen in The Walking Dead.
Like… I have some pistol training, and heads are pretty damn small targets especially when they’re moving. That’s impressive.
The number of nudez I’ve received on snapchat is still sitting at a cool zero.
What is up with that?
Unfollowing porn blogs for my overall mental health.
Design choice: Sam Shepard’s Fool For Love underscored with Puscifer’s “Cuntry Boner” on loop through the entire show.
I play this game with my dashboard sometimes
It’s called “Old Greg or Lady Gaga”
I win either way.
The prize is a giggle.
It’s great fun.
Every so often when I’m back in my hometown, I’ll hang out with my grandma. She likes to watch Steve Harvey and other talk/comedy shows. Every so often they’ll talk about marriage or relationships, invariably dropping genius, revolutionary thoughts such as, “Men, we just ain’t that smart” or “Guys are stupid. Admit it, you’re dumb!”
Every time I just want to shake my fist at the tv and grumble, “Patriarchy…”
It’s 11:20am and I’ve had two ginger root capsules, two fun sized Paydays, one milky way, and a glass of water.