Amanda
As a general rule I don't like people. For some reason they seem to think that I should fit into the mold that they've made for me. I hate it when they assume that because I'm single I must be looking for a guy. I hate it when they assume that because I'm angry about something it must be PMS (you know, sometimes there are actually GOOD REASONS why I might be mad. PMS is a cop-out.) I hate it when they assume, period. Because their assumptions, for the most part, are WRONG. I don't fit into any of their categories or stereotypes.
For the most part, even THEY don't fit into their categories and stereotypes, but people feel weak and naked if they don't look and act like everybody else. They all wear masks so that they can fit in, so that they don't have to be different or defend their opinions and actions. It's the easy way out. And that's what disgusts me about them. None of them are sincere. None of them really mean what they say. They all do and say what is the opinion of the majority, what is politically correct, and whatever requires the least thought.
That's why I don't like people. It's not my problem if they're like that, but I certainly won't allow them to drag me down too. I don't do what they expect of me. I don't soothe wounded egos. I don't talk about guys, guys, guys. I don't waste my time with makeup or the like. I do what I like and say what's on my mind. Because people spend all their time hiding from the truth and having people tell them what they want to hear. Fine, but not while I'm in the room. If I'm there, I'm bound to give you a swift reality check.
I am different from them. I'm independent. I take care of myself. And that's why I'm a Heartless Bitch.
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