bullshit

I'm sick and fucking tired of this fucking bullshit!

I have never wanted a girl in my entire life! I have never been interested in females in my entire life! I have never wanted to date them! Aside from a handful of drunken one night stands I've never wanted a sexual relationship with them. Women have never been of interest to me! Ever!

But some fucking moron pops into my life two decades ago and says that I want a girl and I'm supposed want one because this moron says so? I'm supposed to stop being uninterested and start being interested because some motherfucking loser thinks and says that's what I want? I hardly fucking think so!

Then there's this fucking radio station that says it's about a girl and I'm supposed to know what they're talking about? I don't know what they're talking about! And I don't even fucking care anymore because I can't stand the motherfucking cunts anymore. Imagine that, huh? Going from disinterest to pure unadulteraded hatred of them.

Then there's this fucking Plante bitch that thinks a man is forever obsessed with her because he speaks to her a grand total of two fucking times in the span of nine months. Yeah, cunt, I'm forever obsessed with a motherfucking loony toon bimbo that calls the police because someone spoke to her! What a fucking nutjob. But that's not the point, apparently. Apparently, it's not that I spoke to her but that I allegedly followed her. Well, I didn't follow her! It was pure coincidence! And the motherfucking hacks at the Sarnia Police Service are going to say that's not the case, but that's only because they railroaded me.

They seem to want to accept her bullshit spiel about how it wasn't her that did it, but the janitors. And the word spread throughout the planet because Sarnia is such a small town where all the work is interlinked. It's kind of funny how they accept her small town bullshit but refuse to accept that I just coincidentally ran into her two times in the span of nine months. (Ten months if you go by her "photographic memory")

So I guess because I spoke to her two times way, way back in 2000 I'm supposed to be perpetually obsessed with her, brokenhearted, and apparently awaiting her second coming like she's some kind of fucking messiah or something. Somehow I'm supposed to be the one out of touch with reality.

Of course, we can't forget my arrest in 2002 where I was apparently not getting the message or understanding the situation. Ostensibly if I had been understanding the situation I would have finally left her alone once and for all. Which is really rather absurd given that I was accusing her of maligning me and thinking that I had a pretty solid grasp on the situation; she's a nutjob.

But I digress...

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William Relationships July 31, 2023 at 9:34 pm 0 0