Nonsense.

A firefighter gives water to a koala during the devastating Black Saturday bushfires that burned across Victoria, Australia, in 2009. (source: http://www.buzzfeed.com/expresident/most-powerful-photographs-ever-taken)

During some of my pessimistic moments, I really think that my life is a revolving cast of people in which no one stays around forever. I really hope I’m wrong.

I really need to work on being an optimist.

I realize that the following rant probably will make me sound like an angst-ridden preteen. I apologize ahead of time.

I have come to the conclusion that all women would rather be unhappy. They would rather there be a problem to complain about than actually solve the problem.

Over the past few weeks I have encountered a few issues with a couple different girls. Some of the issues were with a couple of ladies who are merely friends; one was with someone who was more than that.

Over my 22 years of life I have realized (and I have noticed even more so in the last month or so), that women respond in two different ways when they are unhappy with a guy.

1) The woman gives the guy the dreaded “silent treatment.”

2) The woman avoids the issue, allowing it to fester. From here, she waits until the man is unsuspecting and then jumps down his fucking throat.

I speak for myself only, but I think most guys would agree with me. I would much rather be made aware of a disagreement or problem and have it cleared up than allow it to continue and get worse. 

The bottom line: I am not a mind-reader. If there is a problem, tell me and I can fix it. Avoiding the issue gets us nowhere.

But in the end, IDGAF and none of this matters because Drew and I are eloping this weekend anyway. Railroad crossing awareness, bitches. I’m out.

I’m usually a b or an e.

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I choose you.