I'm Not Buying It

I can't stand when people romanticize shitty relationships.
Or at least i'm not buying it.

Why do we do this? Why do we accept that we must be sort-of miserable in order to be "in love"?

It's this whole movie notebook esque bullshit we get fed. And I mean this issue is just one little grain of sand in that shit-pile.

I guess i'm off to the loony bin with my crazy ideals. I'd like someone to be happy with. And sure, ocassional arguments do come about. But no, my relationship will not be one of pain, trials and tribulations.

And another thing. The ideal male image is so skewered right now. Girls want the hero and villian at the same time. He's got to be an asshole with a heart of gold..its ridiculous. And men are also just as obtuse with the ideal of finding a girl void of personality. We're all fuck ups in some way or another! I'm willing to bet the president takes a shit and an hour later wishes he wiped a little more down there. And i'm sure katy perry lets one rip and rushes to the washroom a minute too late.

This is all gross and unecessary I know. But some of the most atrractive people I know peel their toenails off and eat them. Or have a back-hair problem.

So the answer is cliche and written all over city walls. Look into the heart for answers. 

I feel dirty saying that. Look at me with my cornball advice column over here. Dial Devon for all your cookie cutter answers to life.

Speaking of dirty. I'm glad most people I run into are freaks such as myself.

There's this moment of relief that goes something like this : "Oh, they are freaky to!" Followed by instant relaxation on my part.

All of this made worse by my anthropology grouping. Turns out we all got our first topic choice which is "Altered States"
We spent the first hour of group work discussing past experiences with pyschedelics.

Lot's of possible stories to go into here. But I'll be on my way.

-dr