Progression.

3. 5 things that irritate me about the opposite sex

1. Irrational jealousy. I don’t mind the subtle, kinda cute-ish jealousy. But fuck. Take it to a new level and ugh.

2. Inquisition/Interrogation. If I say “I don’t want to talk about it”, then take a fucking hint and don’t ask me anymore. If it’s something you REALLY need to know, then wait for me to bring it up. I’m not that bad of a boyfriend.

3. Control freaks. Taking charge every once in awhile is actually rather attractive. But fuck, start ordering me around as if I’m your damn slave and I’ll start addressing you by “master.” When this happens, it means learn some damn respect or show courtesy. Please and thank you’s never hurt anyone. I have authority issues. I’ll say it now.

4. Indirect conflict. Especially in this stupid internet age. Tweet. FB. Tumblr. Myspace. Blogs. YT. I don’t give a flying fuck what you use. If you have a problem with me, posting it on some internet shit will do NOTHING but piss me off further. Why can’t people just directly approach others anymore? I understand it’s a bit intimidating to approach me or any irate person, but if you really want it to be solved, grow balls. Suck it up. It’s not that hard.

(Damn I set myself up for a sexual pun just there.)

5. Privacy violators. Okay, so I trust you enough to have my phone, facebook password, twitter password, or access to anything personal. Looking through my shit isn’t really why I gave it to you. It’s because I actually had trust in you. Generally, after going through my shit once without me knowing, regardless of how private/accessible it is, I’m done with you.

Kay. Damn I got heated just thinking about some of this garbage. “Like” if you’re bored and agree with some of this. Reply and talk shit if you don’t. Whatever.

-Richard