It’s funny, but when you’re young, people’s problems are interesting and romantic; or at least, they were to me. I wanted to crawl inside and fix you. Then we could live happily, and I guess I also expected an ever after. After you experience that once, you grow up, and the magic dies. Like everything appears in the light of adulthood, people’s problems are no longer fascinating, romantic labyrinths, but merely annoying. I don’t care about the fucked up families or the kid you had accidentally. I don’t care that you got in a car accident, an now you are scared to drive with girls— I still think that’s sexist. I also don’t care about the car accident that caused you to need to relearn your social skills, because you obviously learned shit. Maybe it’s all just me. Maybe there is something wrong with me that causes me not to give a shit about people’s fucked up lives… But I can’t believe that when I still care about my best friend’s school troubles, or my other best friend’s trouble with finding a good guy. I can’t believe that when my friend’s mom gets cancer an her girlfriend dumps her, because all these things hurt me for them. I care about my friends’ fucked up families, and their desire for a better future. So, I can’t believe I’ve lost all aptitude for love and caring. I just believe that it’s hard to fall in love with fucked up, whiny, twenty-something’s, and that is why I am entirely content being single.
i actually like asshole couples best like the couples that pick on each other so much and call each other names but it’s okay because you know they’re actually totally in love and none of it is meant in a mean way and every insult is punctuated by a sweet comment to remind the other how much they actually adore them and i’m sorry but there isn’t anything cuter ok