I’m not one to bottle things up. I’m always open and honest with people and that extends to the internet.
But at the same time, I have learned there are some boundaries. When it comes to the more negative aspects of my life, I feel like I need to express them but I myself don’t want to come…
1st off. Congrats because i think you’re the first person i’ve ever reblogged. 2nd, i feel sorry for you because my writing skills are equivalent to the smart kid in 5th grade. It’s pretty horrible, but i get points for semi-big word usage.
I see your point in wanting to bottle your words so that you don’t come off like a negative person, complainer, or an ass. I’ve been there and I can honestly tell you that if you live life not bottling shit up and refusing to carry any baggage, then you could definitely gain a reputation that is far off from who you are. What i can’t agree with is you giving any thoughts to putting your post on a second blog. You’re just defeating the purpose of your blog in the first place.
I like your blog post. They tend to be descriptive, lengthy, and give me more of a reaction then the usual (OMG LOLCATS…NEXT). However, If you aren’t feeling confident enough to post your views on your blog because you fear other people might start to view you in a negative light then i suggest you quit blogging.
Everybody rants, everybody complains, and everybody can sound like an ass. The people that get away with it the most w/o looking bad are the ones that make it sound amusing and rational. I feel like if you’re worrying about people thinking negatively about you then just make your rant sound rational. It’d be very hard for someone to get mad over something rational.
One of my biggest rants in the whole wide world and i swear that it gives me the creeps.
Women with mustaches
I can’t handle it. It freaks me out. I think that if i brush up and kiss a girl with a mustache that it will tickle and prickle and that i’ll just feel sick bro. It all started when i was living in SD and i was walking around SDSU when i saw one of the most attractive asian girls i had ever seen at that point. So what did i do? i made a beeline for her right away. I stood up straight, pulled shoulders back (makes chest look better), sucked in my gut (it was when i first moved so i was only pretty fat not obese), and tried my best to show a cool smile like i was James Dean.
I was walking right up to her when i got about 10 feet away from her. I noticed something was peculiar about her but i couldn’t tell. I took another step and at 8 feet my head naturally did that slight nod when you know somethings off but you don’t know what. i took another 2 steps and i saw it. MUSTACHE. I walked past her and i was so…turned off. I will never forget the way my stomach and feelings were hurt that day because of what i saw. I seriously thought that if i were to kiss her (in hindsight it was very unlikely as she was way out of my league w/ that stache) that her mustache would prickle my skin. I just remember going home depressed that day from seeing that girl rock her mustache. She had everything working for her. The body, the smile, the hair, the clothing which accentuated all of that body. The one thing that killed it all was that mustache. I went home that night thinking that it was a one time thing.
IT WAS NOT A ONE TIME THING
Fast forward a couple of months and i’m single at the time and chillin with some chick. She had a mini fuzz. I’m not talking about the hair in the middle, but you know that hair on the sides/corners. Girls think we guys don’t notice but we do. oh we do. Anywho, i instantly spot this on the girl instantly and it did irritate me but this girl was being nice so i figure i could soldier on. One thing led to another and then we kissed. Theres the rest of the story but that is irrelevant because at that moment i realized one thing.
OMFG! I just felt her stache prickle me…
Since then i have been very adamant about not liking mustaches. That rant right there i feel was slightly amusing. It honestly does disturb me, it’s descriptive, and it was lengthy enough that people could maybe feel the feelings i felt (i’m a horrible writer). However, people are obviously going to take offense to this, so here is my disclaimer.
I am not a fan of women with mustache hair, leg hair, and hair on there (you know what i mean). This doesn’t mean that i’ll be mean to you. It just means that i won’t be attracted to you. I don’t feel like this makes me a jerk or an intolerant person because i find not liking mustache hair on a girl is a preference. It’s the same as preferring someone thats taller, smaller, brunette, or blonde. So don’t go out of your way to make me sound lik satan because i’ve told you how i feel about something and why.
I feel like this hot mess i just wrote was rational (it’s just a personal preference that makes mustache hair unappealing to me) and amusing (I’ll never forget the feeling of woman’s mustache caressing my face..uggh).
POINT OF ALL THIS
You have a blog for a reason. You use it to voice your thoughts, love it enough to attend to it daily, and should never let anybody make you feel like your thoughts don’t belong on your blog. If you’re not confident enough to vent then be a comedian and make it sound amusing. If you’re still not confident enough to vent then be a politician and make it sound rational. If you’re still not confident after trying those methods then be like Anderson “SILVERFOX” Cooper (my man crush) and combine them.
Sorry again for making you witness my writing and sorry if none of this makes sense. It’s almost 3am and i don’t write often (as you can tell from my over usage of parentheses and just horrible writing skills in general). If this made you angry or upset or something then my bad.
