The Blog of Fiendishness

People are bloody idiots when it comes to their love life. It's true. People who can tell when a relationship is going to work or not for other people can be awful at judging that for themselves. People who aren't good at that are also idiots concerning themselves. I'm one of the former. I can see you rolling your eyes but I'm serious. You may be rolling them because you think that I mean I can take one look at a couple and tell if it'll work out. That's not the case at all. I take my good sweet time deciding stuff like that. I'd have to observe them together and in various situations. Nor can I always give a firm answer. I would never say 'yes they are destined to be together'. I would say 'not a chance in hell' though. Most times I'd just say something like: maybe, but I don't think so.

I will even be so kind as to give you an example as to when I thought "no way in hell". When I went to the H.O.M.E program for highschool there was these two people that liked each other, Tori and Jonathan. It was the second year I went there that they got together so I knew them both pretty well. Tori was even a friend of sorts. Tori was an ESFP, well she might have been an N but not likely. Jonathan was an I, probably an N but could have been an S as well, a T , and he could have been a J or a P. For those who prefer a less abstract comparison Tori was VERY superstitious, VERY moody, Jonathan was calm, and quit. Tori thought that there was a spirit in the boys toilet in a deserted part of the school. She said it was a little girl and talked to it like a lost dog. She also thought that she could feel other lost souls in the school. Jonathan was going to become an engineer. He blew up rockets and built stuff out of Legos. The only things they had in common was that they were both weird and liked to burn things. One time when Tori was meditating in the hall I ask her what she was doing. I knew but that's what you do, you ask. She told me. I told her what I thought about it. And I wasn't nice. I think I asked Jonathan what he thought but he could have just told me. He said he was trying to understand it. Which means he thought it was crazy in his head. But those chemicals that make people do crazy things like fall in love were telling him: it really wasn't so weird, he should try to understand, she wasn't crazy, he just needed it explained to him. He was a bloody idiot. I thought it was quit obvious that it wouldn't workout between them. Ruth, another friend, thought it would. So did they. I thought "no way in hell". I have see Jonathan since I left but didn't talk to him. I haven't seen Tori or Ruth. So I don't know how it went. But I would bet the farm that it didn't work.

If you wish you can even test me on this. I don't really consider the past example proof enough. You shouldn't either. I'm just as bad as every one else at predicting such things about myself. So don't ask me to. I unlike the vast majority do not try and tell myself otherwise. I'll be honest and say that most guys I have a crush on are a result of shear boredom and being a likely target. Needless to say I'm very practical on such matters. I do let my bored mind have a field day. But not without reminding myself of the facts every once in a while so as not to get my hopes up. Not that I always succeed. Still it is a helpful practice. My rule of thumb is that if I think I have any chance with them at all I avoid them like the plague. If not. Woo, hoo! I've got something to keep my mind busy for a couple months. Then, once I'm bored, I can find someone else to daydream about with no one the wiser. Maybe I'm kind of cynical like that, but hey. I get bored easy.

If you don't believe me that people are bloody idiots when it comes to their love life merely look about you. Siblings make good examples. For heaven sake, TBQeiltes' brother Bob thought that Leann liked him because she was always so cold to him! Bob is rather an extreme example of that granted, but still. I just can't get over that. Leann liking Bob. It's just crazy! If you think that you're exempt from this law of nature please tell me so that I can start praying for you right away.

Oh, yeah. If you thought that maybe this line of thought was triggered by something that happened to me I'm sorry to say it wasn't. It was, in fact, triggered by something I read in a book about how people can only help others not themselves. It was one character saying to another that they saw them dead in the rain and that she wanted to save him but couldn't save herself. But hey, falling in love, dying,....same difference. Jk. I'm not quit that cynical. Yet.

Just kidding!! Just kidding. No really. I'm just kidding.

Doesn't the title make you shutter with fear. Maybe that's just me.

Kris, mom, and Kris's friend Brook want to give me a makeover. Yeah. My response has generally been the typical: sure, when hell freezes over. I'm thinking of branching out to responses like, sure when a meteor hits earth or other destruction of earth references. Although sure when you wear sweat-pants would be similar enough(meaning Kris). Anyway. They want to take me shopping and buy me some "decent clothes". I don't know what decent clothes look like but I assume they are in atrocious colors like yellow, pink, purple, orange, and other sunny/detestable colors. I'd guess that they're also expensive, uncomfortable, impractical and tight. So exactly what I hate most in clothes. They also want to do all those beauty shop things done to me that end in cure(you know pedicure and the like). They want to do my hair and give me highlights. *dry heaves* Of course they want to put makeup on me too. I'd rather not feel like I'm wearing playdough on my face but your hearts were in the right place. Now find someone else who'll be suckered in by that. That's it, I must stop before I give myself nightmares.

You know what. They just need to lay off. I'm who I'm and I've been that way all my life so I doubt I'll change now. Heck I know I wouldn't change now. They think: oh she'll change when there's some hot guy she wants to impress. That logic is very flawed. Not because I don't want to impress hot guys. Hey *wipes drool* I'd love that. If, that is, hot guys weren't jerk and womanizers with egos bigger then the state of Texas. Thanks, but I'll pass. No there have been plenty of hot guys to impress. But I'm of the mind that if they're so shallow that they'll only think of going out with someone who jumps through those hoops, then I don't want them. Go find another pet dog.
I'm not opposed to looking good. Hey I comb my hair once a day, sometimes twice! Seriously though. Girls spend hours doing themselves up. Guys normally spend like five minutes max(well I guess there are those weird ones that spend more....). As I've mentioned the quality of guys is very poor. And they all end up all looking alike. Guys don't have to work hard like that to get girls to like them. And I don't think girls should have to either.
If I was a different sort of person I might do something like start a rally trying to convince the girls of the world, no, I'm ahead of myself, the US, to stop trying so hard. If most of the women just put down their lipstick, and blush, and mascara and said forget you, you'll just have to deal with it cuz I'm tired of being a shiny toy the world(heck thinking small is for losers) would be much better. It would force guys to be less shallow, which is something girls are always complaining about so it makes perfect sense. But girls done have that sort of sense. And not even close to being that sort of person though. So women will have to learn themselves.

Kris has decided that I will marry some geek, and while Kris put this much differently I'll be nice and say that he's not at all experienced when it comes to women. She says we'll be poor till he makes some sort of new software. She also says I'll make some gadget and sell it on an infomercial. She's so nice she said we can have a few kids. I hate my future according to Kris. Good thing I don't listen to her. She says she'll marry a rich, hot, actor. *shakes head*

Well. Now I've "been" to all of my classes and can deside my opinion on them. Eng 101 will tolerate with much groaning. Psych will like a lot. Reading fiction will be fun in some ways a bear in others. I HATE papers but will have to do a lot of them this quarter. It's the Eng 101 papers I'm sure I will dread most. We have to do an autobiography! *sticks out tounge*