It’s because we’re all Scared of being Rejected
It’s like, you know how teenage girls suffocate Twitter and other social networking with spam about how they will marry the latest teenage celebrity sensation (Justin Bieber, Nick Jonas, any one of and/or all of the kids from One Direction, ext)? Why is it that those girls are completely comfortable expressing deep desire for people they don’t know yet they will never show the same unapologetic love for any person they have actually met—even though the real acquaintance may very well be more adorable than any said celebrity.
It’s because with celebrities there is no possibility of being rejected and only a possibility of being rejected. Of course, every teenage girls knows that she will never actually be with these celebrity sweethearts. But they will never actually have deal with putting themselves out there and being personally called creepy by those they adore. They are safe.
Varying degrees of severity of infatuation. All my messages are about you. All my words are about you. You’re hard for me to look at and I get extremely envious of the people who get more attention from you than I do.
I was standing in the middle of the isle you were walking down today. I was facing away from you, talking to friends. I did not see you. I was in your way. You touched my back and excused yourself and before I even really registered that it was you, I was overcome with this angelic, etherial aura.
You have to understand that it’s not exactly easy for me. Every word is strained and overthought.
A Collection of Debatably Weird/Cliche Compliments I Told a Girl on the Bus the Other Day
You’re irises are like little green pools, and I always expect to see them settle like water when you move your head quickly.
Do you know what a glockenspiel is? Right. Well, sometimes I get the urge to like, take the mallets from it and ‘play’ your collarbones.
Has anyone ever told you that you laugh like a Disney Princess?
Everyone, when you buy a bag of chips there is more air in the bag than chips. Can we please shut the fuck up about it now?
The image of you whispering in her ear will be the incentive for every sip of alcohol I take within the next month.
In a nut shell
She’s perfect
and I want her
and I can’t have her
and some other guy can.
I know my problems are not unique to me. I know she’s really not perfect, and I know I just think she is because I’m a hormone crazed teen. But Jesus Christ is she beautiful. Even the little things like her mannerisms get to me. And it’s the worst feeling to see some swine all over her. And you can’t do anything because you’re just a fucking pathetic guy who writes tumblr posts about her instead of talking to her. You’re not too awkward on regular occasion, but there’s something about interacting with this girl. The only thing I can equate it to is a home schooled kid on his first day of regular school. They try too hard. I try too hard.
I’m trying to go to sleep but cannot. Here is a list of the things that are bothering me:
1. I got two of my good friends who can’t sing to sign up for choir next semester and everyone expects them to be able to sing. And I’m afraid everyone will blame me if the choir isn’t very good.
2. I recently had a falling out with one of my friends who can drive and who is currently partying it up with who I consider to be my best friend and a bunch of other people whom I would like to hang out with.
3. This guy who I absolutely hate has shown affection for the girl who I have a crush on and have written various blog posts about. And I think he actually has a fucking chance (and I do not).
4. The guy who I despise will be in choir next semester along with the girl I have a crush on. And he has about tenfold the audacity I have and will probably successfully flirt with her and subsequently date her and subsequently make out with her in front of me.
5. I’m going to end up alone.
6. I’m texting this girl about how I feel like my life will probably end in suicide and all she can talk about is herself.
7. I am envious of those who posses natural talent that I do not have.
