Iulia
I suppose I'm Bitch material because I've been known to stand up for what I believe in, if it means losing casual acquaintance...oops, I meant friends, for that reason. I'm all for tolerance, but when it comes to prejudice, I'm as unforgiving as Ebola.
Because I'm going to college in Santa's backyard (Finland), for the only reason that it may be *different* rather then walk on the beaten track, so predictable and meaningless - local college, job, marriage, kids, grandkids, death. I dare not name my choice of future residence -- I lack the trust in people, from any point on this planet.
I'm of the opinion that reality is not a warm cushy thing to bounce in like some fat cherubim, but a rain of bricks, indifferent, nameless and without person, and the fact is, you've got to learn to take the bruises with a thicker skin, and always get up.
I know that somewhere, somehow, there's a great guy, thoughtful, and intelligent, and kind and loyal. I don't want to marry him, no. Not even date him. Just meet him once for coffee and shake his hand. *That* and perhaps his female counterpart would make me a lot less misanthropic. Alas, I don't judge people by the ones I've met so far. That's just an unrepresentative sample, or for goodness' sake, I sure hope so.
Country: Romania
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