- when a girl wants to kiss you: she plays with her hair, looks down, fiddles with her fingers, and waits for you to make a move
- when a boy wants to kiss you: smiles nervously, tilts his head slightly, and waits for the right moment to make a move
- when I want to kiss you: I look at you from a distance, and start sobbing about how ugly I am and that I'll die with 80 cats, approximately
lol remember when the anonymous gm was a thing
The truth. It burns.
Addendum: The point of this, for me, is NOT that the two aren’t mutually exclusive. I’ve noted several people saying they enjoy doing both. At the same time, even. I’m well-aware that this is possible. It’s not only possible: it’s popular. Those who enjoy mixing the above mentioned activities aren’t hurting for camaraderie or companionship.
The point is I DON’T LIKE getting wasted (high, baked, whatever else) at raucous parties, or any combination thereof. I’ve tried both and I don’t care for either.
I don’t WANT to do both. I just want to have fun WITHOUT some external stimulus eliciting the response. If you enjoy doing both, bully for you but that is kind of missing the entire message I’m trying to impart by posting this.
I swear, if I didn’t have a mental block buffering me from acting upon baser instincts, I would proposition every other guy I work with.
Call centers are like a smorgasbord of man-meat. Of course, most of it is taken, of an (allegedly) incompatible orientation, or just plain uninterested.
Still… My mind does wander.
[099.] About once or twice a day I realize I live in a VERY heteronormative world and experience such a soulcrushing forlorn feeling that I wish I could just feel NOTHING romantic or sexual towards another person because the ‘system’ (as it were) is completely stacked against me.
I think it’s tied to specific childhood traumas, but yeah. And there are odd and unfortunate side effects of it, too. Like seeing straight people in love or doing anything intimate is basically a depression trigger for me. It’s totally fucked up and makes me incredibly sad, but yeah. And I wish I could stop crushing on every male I see because nothing is ever going to come of it. And the guys around here who at least SHARE my orientation are so disinterested in guys like me that I might as well be invisible or not exist at all.
I realize none of this really makes any logical sense, but when do I ever?
Call centers seriously suck, y’all. I mean really.
I can’t even ‘wind down’ after being on the damn phone all day. I’m exhausted, but I feel like I haven’t done anything. Ugh.
I wish I was amazing at one thing instead of mediocre at a bunch of random things…
Reblog if you don’t have girlfriend/boyfriend.
Someone on the phone today told me I sound just like Tim Tebow.
…I, um, I don’t know what to do with that.
Cute short scruffy psuedo-hipster guy with the sexiest voice (a lead) complimented my diction and tone, so that’s nice. I’m fairly certain he was grading me for quality purposes, but I may or may not have blushed.
Call centers are like the thrift stores of humanity… There are some rare treasures, but you have to sort through a lot of miscellaneous stuff to find them.
