Kelsey
I'm a Heartless Bitch because - to put it redundantly - I have no
heart. (At least, no heart in the wimpy, romantic, giggly sense). All of my
friends are getting engaged at the moment, and I have no patience with it. We're
all in our early 20s. We should be out every night and traveling during the
summers. Instead, they're looking for wedding dresses, ordering cakes, and
trying to make sure that every fucking member of both sides of the family gets
an invitation. I tell them constantly that they're throwing away an important
part of their lives. Do they listen? No ma'am, they're in love. Fuck 'em. I'll
send 'em a postcard from Amsterdam next summer while they're shopping for
maternity clothes and trading their cute sports cars in for minivans.
I haven't had a boyfriend in almost six months, and I am A-OK with that.
What I'm sick of is the pity that inevitably follows that confession. I have
better things to do than sit around waiting for a phone to ring; it's no skin
off my back to go out on Saturday nights without feeling obligated to invite
someone along or check in and let him know where I'm going. I find it
exceedingly insulting that that pity always seems to come from some tanned,
flawless, well-dressed, anorexic sorority girl who can't go five feet without
masculine adoration. Just because I'm intelligent and I want more out of life
than a glittery rock on my finger shouldn't make me a freak.
I think being a Heartless Bitch isn't just stomping around thinking you're
better than everyone else and proclaiming that you were sent from hell to make
everyone's lives a little worse. It's knowing what you want out of life and
going after it no matter who or what gets in your way. In the end, we're only
given one life to live, and I'm going to live mine the way I want, not the way a
materialistic society says I should.
Country: United States
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