(Ayyyyye this book hit 1k! How rad is that?
~Grey)
Okay, before I begin, I'm gonna say a disclaimer:
I KNOW NOT ALL GUYS ARE LIKE THIS.
If you get butthurt, that's on you.
You've been warned.
So, as you lovely humans know, I had a breakup recently.
Well, a lovely friend of mine suggested I sort of 'get back out there' and find cute humans to talk to.
Why?
Because we both knew how my ex was, and know that he probably started flirting with others as soon as we broke up.
Sounds great on paper, but then again, so did Communism.
So, a few humans started talking to me.
For whatever reason, they thought I was cute.
Don't ask why, I don't know.
Anyways, one in particular seemed really epic, but then he just kinda fell off the planet.
These other ones?
Fucking weird, okay?
"Hey"
Me: Oh look, a potential conversation.
Hello!
"Sup"
I am doing some obscure activity like reading or listening to music. How about yourself?
And then shit gets weird.
They start asking for pictures, and you're thinking "Oh like a selfie" right?
S O W R O N G
These peoples want photos of like, weird stuff.
Y'all know what I mean.
Cant they just Google it? Or use their imagination?
Not only that, but these guys seriously expect you to be that easy? Like really?
I don't know who in the hell would be good with sending such incriminating things like seven minutes into a conversation with a stranger, but DAMN MAN.
You CANNOT expect every female to go "awh, he called me cute. Let me send him illegal stuff"
COME ON.
In the end of the conversation, they end up with nothing from me, and I end up with slightly less faith in humanity than when the conversation started, and a list of blocked people long enough to wrap around the solar system.
To humans reading this:
Don't. Be. Creepy.
YOU ARE READING
Rants; A Tale Of Epic Annoyance
OverigThis will be a book of my rants, commonly spilled onto the unfortunate souls whom happen to talk to me. Enjoy yourself; perhaps you'll relate.
