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Originally Posted by Minion
See, meeting people the conventional way is kinda hard.
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May I suggest tittybars, gangbangs or crackhouses, Minion?
You're just coming up with
excuses. See, I loathe people. People are these jelly-like creatures that slime their way through life without giving a shit about anything outside of their own tiny corner of the world. I'm fucking bitter because I'm the most obscenely staunch optimist you'd ever meet when it comes to people - but I'm proven wrong day after day after day. Embittered, angry - I go on being optimistic because I have once in a great while been proven wrong by people, only to have those same people taken from me somehow.
But those few people fuel me. They make me realize that if I'm going to Hell, I'll be in the best of company. Fucking and drinking in Satan's shitty little basement, I'll be the one who stopped making excuses and acted on stuff. Stop being this small-dicked bitch who's looking for an out before the game has even started for you.
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Originally Posted by Minion
I can't help but wonder if you are severely limiting your choices by choosing to do so.
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I limit myself by my experiences through people, especially women.
This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it.