It’s Not So ȼƟɱƿᶅɘẋ

I’m tired of it.

I don’t care if you’re joking with me or not anymore, you may as well be calling me a faggot to my face when you say I’m emo. Not only is it incredibly rude, but it clearly states to me that you have absolutely no idea who I am or what I’m about. What it says to me is that in the time you’ve known me, you can’t seem to draw yourself beyond the way I’ve chosen to style my hair and the way I’ve complimented my face with piercings. If you really want to persist using the term about me, you won’t be using it with me anymore because I’ll be done with your ass in an instant.

—-That was the main topic. Everything further is simply ranting.

Same topic (in my mind), but if I’ve only recently met you–let’s say hypothetically twice, shall we?–I don’t think it’s very appropriate to touch me when I don’t want to be and make it clear that I don’t want to be. If you think you’re being cute, you’re not. If I say I want to swerve my car into a pole to make you stop, chances are that I really do and you should probably step off. More importantly, since when was it a good idea to physically bother someone while they’re trying to not crash you into a pole in the first place? Types of physical contact that are NOT OKAY when I barely know you include, but are not limited to, grabbing my face or chin, grabbing my sides, or poking my stomach.

Same topic, again, but as many people are already aware, if you say something stupid, I’m going to look at you funny until you figure it out yourself. If you say something wrong, I’ll correct you because it bothers me when someone is generally misinformed. And if you say something sarcastic, why shouldn’t I say a cutting remark right back to? Why does it give you a right to get offended by something I say if you’re the one that prompted me? Maybe this goes back to the topic of stupidity because apparently some people just don’t realize the mechanism or effects of sarcasm. I’ll be happy to enlighten you should you try it with me.

And as for the gay community! I don’t often hang out with other gay guys because it’s nearly impossible to keep anything platonic. A recent case comes to mind where I specifically told someone that I was interested in seriously dating someone I had been seeing for quite some time. Rather than honoring this fact, they’ve chosen to forget it or ignore it and continue to pursue me, regardless. Who do they think I am? If I’m interested in taking a serious step with someone else, then I’m most certainly not interested in you.

As a final word on these certain matters, I’d also like to point out that no one else dictates my schedule but me. If you can’t respect my need to study for MCATs, or can’t get the hint when I don’t want to be bothered, then maybe you should stop calling all together. I hate phones anyway because of the (ever climbing) number of stalkers I’ve had over the years. However, I don’t nearly hate phones as much as when I decide to answer a call only to have someone on the other line with absolutely nothing to talk about. This was the exact reason I got rid of my last boyfriend, so tread cautiously.