There is something incredibly sad about a person who calls you up and goes, "Where are you? Haha, enjoying the sex? Where are you? Having fun? Where are you? You're not a virgin anymore!"Me: Coming back to school now. Which is when I hang up, but they call back almost immediately.
"Hey, where are you? Having fun with her over there? Where? Oh, you're finally not a virgin, Ben!" Then to top it off, I reach home, get online, enjoy surfing through webspace then all of a sudden, he comes online and he's, "You're not a virgin anymore." End. Yeah, that was all he said. God fuck. Right now the rage is clouding my head so much I keep confusing if I'm singling that person out or the retarded crowd as a whole. Like it makes a difference, anyway. Pssh.
Why won't people stop being incredible assholes and realize repetition does not make lame attempts at humor any funnier? Or that commenting on implausible and incredulous situations sparking between me and a friend who happens to be a girl happening is not funny as well? Or that it is perfectly okay for members of the opposite sex to spend time together and not have anything intimate going on between them?
But the saddest part is none of the things I've just mentioned actually surprised me today; my faith in humanity died a long time ago. Then again, some of it has recently been rekindled by a select few, and oddly enough - or maybe not - most of them are girls. Maybe they are the superior sex. Too bad I'm going to be leaving them in a month, fuck. Sad. Ah well, at least there'll be one coming along, so it's not going to be so bad.
And maybe Tasmanians aren't so quick to judge. Or retarded. Just a hope.
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