posted on Mar, 27 2009 @ 07:42 AM
Ok my sister wants to hook me up with a co-worker of hers at work.
My reaction? Good god why?
First off I have a terrible low paying job that half of the income is taken from. I really am in no position to be dating anyone. Not that I would
want to go through the nightmare of dating anyway. But my sister is persistent in wanting to fix me up with someone.
I mean really? What is it with you women and the importance of having a relationship? If you want revenge, go on a killing spree, don’t just torture
some guy for years.
I don’t need to date anyone, I have mated, and I have a wonderful beautiful awesome son. I’m done. I did my duty to procreate. It’s not
essential for the survival of the species nor is it now essential to the survival of my family name.
But apparently my sister is damned and determined to make sure I am involved with some woman. Like I need that headache in my life. For gods sake! If
I wanted to be miserable and be treated like dirt I would go to work, I don’t need someone in my life to provide that service. At least at work
I’m miserable and treated like dirt for a pitiful paycheck.
I mean if I really was that hell bent on pain and torment I would hit my head with a hammer periodically. I don’t need the services of someone else
to do that for me. I can’t afford it, I don’t want it, and I don’t need it. I just don’t understand why she thinks that I deserve such hell in
Really sister, I have been there, done that, lost the T-shirt in the divorce. And I don’t want to go through it again. This society is too consumed
with relationships. They are a dreadful nightmare that no one in their right mind should have to put up with. I mean good god why on earth would
someone choose to do this is beyond me. Its sadomasochistic behavior to be in any romantic relationship in my opinion.
In all honesty, what would happen? I would meet this person, maybe I would like them, we would hang out and eventually she would leave me for some
other guy. Why be the middleman in this? Cut me out of the equation and let her go off with some other guy and make his life a living hell. That way
I’m happy, she’s happy and some other shmuck is given the opportunity to be wrung through the emotional wringer. I save money on dinners I could
have spent way less on, I don’t have to put up with asinine conversations about idiotic subjects and I don’t have to pretend I am having a good
time at it. It’s a win, win situation in my opinion.
I just don’t get it.