June 15, 2009

Dear Alice,

Dear Alice,

Of course you do.
It just takes a slap in the face or two like that to wake you the fuck up.
Trust me on that.
I've had my share of slaps in the face.
That last one did it in for me.
I'm all set about that now.
If I'll be fine now, you'll be fine.
I know you will be.

Sincerely,
Charlotte.

June 14, 2009

Don't feed me that bullshit. I don't want it.

Here are my issues, currently:
We should have no secrets.  Now, that can seem hypocritical coming from me.  I've got some secrets that you don't need to know about.  Things I have done, that I haven't really regretted; things that I just needed to do to answer questions within myself.  And if you knew some of these, you would be very angry with me.  But some things you just need to do for yourself and to avoid unnecessary quarrel you must then keep these things from someone who could misunderstand and get hurt.
But getting back on topic, if I ask you a question, you should just tell me the answer.  I wouldn't ask if I didn't want to know.  KNOWING is better than WONDERING.  I'd rather know what happened and put it all behind us then keep wondering about things.  Even if these things don't matter and don't bother anyone on a daily basis.  They are nothing.  But even more reason you shouldn't hide them.  Okay, you don't want to talk about it.  I won't push it.  But I want you to be aware about how I feel about the situation.  
You never take chances, you aren't spontaneous, it's not exciting.  End of story.  Everything is predictable.  I can predict how and when we're going to have sex.  I can predict what you're going to say to what, how you're going to react to this or that, what you're going to do.  I feel like it's not coming out right, what I'm trying to say.  SURPRISE ME SOMETIME.  Put some effort into making me feel special and like we're in love and ready to do anything for one another like we're supposed to be.  Just because I'm chill and we can chill out and smoke drugs and play video games doesn't mean I don't like to feel special and put on a dress and get pretty and go out somewhere.  Be a little chivalrous, huh?  Be a man.  Grow up.  Take me into consideration.  Put me first.  I am now first on your list of important people.  It's a list all of it's own.  Your family has it's own special category.  Your friends have another.  I have my own and I should feel like the most important one.  But I don't.  Actually I feel dead last a lot of the time.
Clean up your act.  I just don't know how to actually bring some of this stuff up sometimes because whenever I try to you just say you're a terrible person and curl up into a ball and stop talking or just make me feel like I don't have a right to feel sad about something because "THAT'S LIFE, YOU HAVE TO DEAL WITH IT.  YOU HAVE TO GET OVER IT.  THAT'S JUST HOW IT IS.  YOU CAN'T HANDLE ANYTHING, YOU ACT LIKE EVERYTHING IS THE END OF THE WORLD".  Don't feed me that bullshit.  I don't want it and I'd rather take my business elsewhere than be made to feel so horrible by the person I love.  That kind of talk does NOTHING to make me feel better.  In fact, it makes me feel much, much, much worse.  And since you were the cause of my feeling sad in the first place in one way or another, why do I put up with it?
Because I love you and I know now that I am going to be with you forever.
Unless we don't get married by 30 and then I'm leaving you for Alice. ;]
(Thanks for listening/reading)

Because the sex.

People cheat on people because the sex gets routine and boring, right?
LET'S SPICE THINGS UP A BIT, EH?
GOD.