Ok so I did the meet and greet with the president. It was a cool experience. I got to see Air Force One take off. Plus it got me secured from work for the rest of the day. Its the only time a president has ever done anything to benefit me.
My best female friend Jannette called me bawling her eyes out. Her ex boyfriend fills her head with all these hopes of a faerytale reunion and then throws it in her face that he is goin on a date. She doesn't get it. I'm the only person she trusts because I'm brutally honest, but I know my opinions are definately biased due to my incredibly cynical attitude towards love. I told her that there's no such thing as faerytales and happy endings are just myths made up by liars. When I talk to her I realise how callous I am. When I was a young man I was hopelessly in love with an innocent afluent girl with a tragic desire to experience reality. That's why she was attracted to me. I tried to warn her that the wisdom gained through enduring hardships came with the price of your emotions. She didn't listen until it was too late and all hope destroyed. She begged to take it all back. Like Eve trying to spit out the apple. Damage was done and we both lost something that bordered happiness. I guess I'm really too bitter to give advice on love. Maybe were not designed to be with true loves. Maybe its necesary to burn away hope inorder to even out our lives. To forge a ballance between pain and the prospect of happiness forcing us to strive for better. Or maybe I'm just an arrogant fuck that makes excuses for his own failures.
My best female friend Jannette called me bawling her eyes out. Her ex boyfriend fills her head with all these hopes of a faerytale reunion and then throws it in her face that he is goin on a date. She doesn't get it. I'm the only person she trusts because I'm brutally honest, but I know my opinions are definately biased due to my incredibly cynical attitude towards love. I told her that there's no such thing as faerytales and happy endings are just myths made up by liars. When I talk to her I realise how callous I am. When I was a young man I was hopelessly in love with an innocent afluent girl with a tragic desire to experience reality. That's why she was attracted to me. I tried to warn her that the wisdom gained through enduring hardships came with the price of your emotions. She didn't listen until it was too late and all hope destroyed. She begged to take it all back. Like Eve trying to spit out the apple. Damage was done and we both lost something that bordered happiness. I guess I'm really too bitter to give advice on love. Maybe were not designed to be with true loves. Maybe its necesary to burn away hope inorder to even out our lives. To forge a ballance between pain and the prospect of happiness forcing us to strive for better. Or maybe I'm just an arrogant fuck that makes excuses for his own failures.