tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4906188010691045663.post5093395837193829352..comments2014-03-07T01:24:14.547-08:00Comments on WhosMakeBelieve?: I won't bother to write or phone you, I'll just rip the still beating heart from your chest.B Moorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10442083302105525382noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4906188010691045663.post-23773915379854233382010-01-14T19:22:57.954-08:002010-01-14T19:22:57.954-08:00I both agree and disagree.
On one hand, I'm c...I both agree and disagree.<br /><br />On one hand, I'm compiling a list of all the things smiling pretty and turning wide eyes on men can get me. The list ranges from free oil changes to free train tickets to a successful "Please don't call the police!" I'd be almost ashamed, it feels mildly like prostitution, but I never ask, things are always just given. <br /><br />And on the other hand, the only guys who ever seem to care are balding men in clubs. I'm a fucking magnet for bald drunk men who are "not from around here" and "just want to talk a little, get to know ya." Just once I'd like a guy my own age to care. <br /><br />But also yes to girls hating pretty girls. Because every flaw you see in yourself, you don't see in her, and you hate her for not having to beat herself up over thick thighs or crooked teeth. I've never lost friends over it, as I feel that sort of backstabbing girl fighting is harshest in high school when I was all too long skirts and acne ridden, but now it frustrates me when I try to compliment someone and their self esteem issues cause them to self deprecate in the face of a compliment.<br /><br />At the end of the day, everyone just goes home lonely.AlexDainishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17047387414121965390noreply@blogger.com