Are You Ready? - Come and Get It

[fightingthecage]

This post brought to you by the insomnia of last night:

Dear Guy-That-Used-To-Be-Attractive At Work:

You are twenty two years old. Grow up and get the fuck over yourself. So that chick you are in 'love' with (regardless of the fact that you just want her because you can't have her) won't leave her boyfriend for you. She's in love with him, you idiot. And you say you want her to be happy - no you don't. You want her to be happy with you. There's a big difference and you're too self-centred to see it, despite the fact that you claim to be thinking rationally about the whole thing.

Oh yeah? Really? So that's why - after she told you for the tenth time - that she's not leaving him, you came back from your break today in a foul mood, being a total bitch to everyone and - in my opinion - making yourself look like a complete twat? News flash asshole - you are the head Chef, even if you do piss off whenever you feel like it to organise your social life. Have you ever heard of professionalism? Like not taking your moods out on the rest of the people that have to work with you - I would have thought that one would be obvious.

Yeah, I annoyed you this evening. You know what? I did that on purpose because I'm not intimidated by you, you stupid child. Snark at me again and I'll laugh in your face again. Tell me I can't draw portraits in work anymore? Fine, man. I'll just draw something else. Choose today to start pretending to give a shit about your job? You went the wrong way about it and if you think it'll get you any respect - too late.

You know what I could say to you? Two things - the first being, I know how much its a drag when you want someone and can't have them. But you get over it. You know how I know this? Because I've been there as has everybody else. Stop thinking you're something special and get your head out of your ass.

...oh wait. I have said that to you before. My bad.

The other thing then. It's November 11th today. In 1918, there was an entire generation of men who didn't get the girl they wanted, because they were dead. You think you've got problems? Don't make me fuckin' laugh.

No Love

Me