i'm gonna rob you blind... ill smile all the time.

so this post was made today by a sweet lady that i'm very fond of...

"why are dudes SO fervent in their intitial attachments, and so quick to forget they ever felt such convictions?"

and it got me thinking...

how true. duh.

i mean, it's likely that ladies are just as guilty... but as we know, women are far more emotional creatures than the average dude. that being said, why DO boys act all gung-ho and when it comes down to it, they forget we ladies were once interesting to them? i know i talk a lot... i've got plenty to say. i ENJOY interacting with other people, and preferably, dudes. i am my father's child... and definitely have the tendency to relate better to the opposite sex. my brain functions on a dude level a lot of the time. BUT, my emotions do get the best of me, just like most other ladies. it hurts our feelings when you used to chat us up and appear interested... then all of a sudden we're just some object. just another accessory, like your favorite belt/hat/scarf/shoe... for example... when one boy asked another boy why he'd spend $262.00 on a flat iron... second boy replied, "because i like the way she looks and if thats what it takes..." im okay with that and not okay with that. when you forget whats on the inside that attracted you to that person, thats a problem. 

i guess sometimes i feel like the fact that i DO have a pretty intelligent brain is a downfall. like sometimes i wish i couldn't put two and two together. as much as i hate being taken for a fool, ignorance can be bliss, it seems. i know, the grass is always greener... its just increasingly irritating when people talk to me like i'm a fucking moron with two cells for a brain because they assume that because i'm behind a bar, i must have nothing going for me. or, even better, that because i have tattoos... they assume i'm the worst decision maker EVER... and that i'm dirty, mentally ill, irresponsible, or completely unorganized. i'm none of those things and definitely dont feel like constantly explaining myself. on a general level, i couldn't give two shits what people think of me. however, it also gets really old listening to people be incredibly condescending just because i chose to adorn my body with some pretty rad artwork. for the most part, i enjoy what i do. i love meeting new people and learning about others' lives. as cliche as it is, variety is the spice of my life. either way... sometimes i just wanna scream IM A SALARY EMPLOYEE WITH HEALTH INSURANCE AND BENEFITS. I WEAR UNDERWEAR, FEED/WATER MY PETS, AND DUST/VACUUM MY HOUSE TWICE A WEEK. ALL MY BILLS ARE PAID TWO MONTHS AHEAD OF TIME AND I HAVE TWO DEGREES, JUST LIKE YOU, MOTHERFUCKER. but for what? its no one's business, really. just quit talking to me like i'm a piece of shit.

okay, so i got totally off track. oh well.