Next year? Haven't you only been dating her like three months?
Hey, Patrick, my personal advice to you:
(yellow light)
You know the nice thing about plans?
They can be changed. My personal advice to you: get your nose the fuck out of my relationships.
Guys, this is a blog thread. Do you know what blogs are for? They're for venting frustration where nobody really has to give a shit what's said. You get your stupidity and anger and frustration and sadness out, you maintain civility toward any of the human causes of any of the above feelings, and you
get on with your life. I don't need anybody telling me how immature I'm being. I know exactly how immature I'm being. This is why people throw away their journals after a year or so, they go back and they realize "God damn I was being a (negative adjective) fuckskull that day, god, how embarrassing". They can then make a mental note to work on that undesirable personality trait.
I can work on this shit on my own time. I don't need advice. If I feel like I do, I will damned well ask for it. And yeah, I realize you're probably going to think I'm a stubborn little prick for it. I am aware of that and
do not care, I never asked for advice anyway. I just wanted to get some simple fucking frustration out of my system. Making a discussion out of shitty things that have happened during my day is just going to piss me off more, it's not going to turn me to your method of doing things. My innate personality flaws are practically glowing bright red in the back of my mind, and my short temper (inherited from both of my parents) is the shiniest. I do what I can to fix this shit. In the mean time, I've got to get my frustration out somewhere, and since guitar strings get expensive if you strum them to death quickly enough, writing about it is a much better and often more effective alternative.
What none of you realize is that I've gone back and apologized to my mom for being a dickhead this morning. What none of you realize is that I have made that kind of thing a habit within the last year. I have a short temper but I also have a conscience. I believe in at very least attempting to regain not just the respect of the people I've fucked things up with, but also my own self-respect in knowing that you know what, I at least had the balls to admit I did something stupid.
Thanks for your concern, all of you, but seriously, keep the grey-in-the-beard bullshit down with me.