You know, (well clearly if you don't I'm about to tell you.) there are way too many things that I find in my life ironic. As of late, circumstances have drawn me back to my blog. I find myself so critical of people in movies. For example, I watch a scary movie to bring a thrill and maybe a "sense of adventure" into my life and yet I cover my face, sweat profusely and maybe even pee my pants. However, I cover it up by getting annoyed with people who walk into dark closets or look under their bed when they hear something, only to get their faces ripped off. Why? "Oh no! There's a killer in my house...but where is he, I wanna see what he's wearing--gotta make sure it's not last season's K-mart special." Idiots.
Here's another example: chick flicks...need I say more? Well I'm going to. I feel like I want to step into the T.V and give the pathetic girls some confidence and dating advice when ironically I do the EXACT same CRAP they do! What a waste of time! Why would I torture myself through their misery only to find that I do the same things and don't even recognize it! Ha! To those of you who actually like chick flicks...invest in hearing aides and glasses--possibly a brain transplant.
And here I am in all of my glory, yet again. Cynical and bitter...in an old womany kind of way. I am young in age but wayyy to old and grumpy in spirit. Maybe that's why I have this blog? Because in my "immaturity" I use this as a venting session which brings my sophistication levels to ultimate depths.
SO. Life is often one big foo-foo pile of chick flicks and cynicism. Can I get an amen?
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