So anyway, last night me and my friend went out and he got off with this Korean girl. Apparently when he kissed her, she kissed him very weirdly so he asked her what was wrong. She said something like ''In Korea we do chiki-chiki before we kiss.'' which apparently means that it's customary to brush your teeth before you kiss.
To be honest that's about it, I shat myself at a bus stop 'cause my stomach was all ****ed up from eating these mouldy magic mushrooms the week before. The only other relevant detail was that I cleaned myself up with my friend's dad's raincoat that he'd lent me.
I've actually become increasingly relevant to the world over the past few years. I went from being a partyboy without ambition to a line manager at a multinational.
Also, I don't believe in the notion that you should ''find someone to spend your life with''. The fact that someone so individualistic and edgy as yourself would subscribe to the logic that one needs a ''soulmate'' to achieve happiness is surprising, to say the least.
I guess our perspectives are just different. Like, you come from the perspective of someone who's ultimately failed at love, so it makes sense that you'd be jaded and bitter about it. And I sustained a relationship with a girl for four years, so I've actually experienced happiness and love like a lot of real humans have. Different perspectives, you know?
I have no idea, I wasn't there. He also told me that she was going to travel to a couple of other places, then come back to Prague on the 8th and go back to Korea on the 10th. When he suggested they could meet up then, she said ''Ok, do you want to meet on the 8th or the 10th?'' Apparently Koreans like to plan everything as far in advance as possible.
So because I've no interest in committing myself to someone else their expectations of me, I have ''ultimately failed at love''? You decide for others what love is or when they have felt it? When they have ''failed'' or ''succeeded''? Also, because I don't want to have a monogamous relationship, I must feel painful and bitter about love? How painfully bourgeois.
Nah, I'm just knocking your lifestyle for fun, no need to start getting all het up, lass. I'm sure you're happy with how your life is, and that's a good thing.
You're not really knocking my lifestyle though. You made up a lifestyle and point of view, then attributed it to me without me having ever represented such a point of view.
I remember a teary-eyed boy saying something among the lines of ''If you're going to ridicule me, at least do it accurately.'' not so long ago.
Well, that was kind of the point, really. I was just doing classic Slay: make a wild and broad assumption about someone, insist it to be true, claim they're throwing a hissy-fit when they try to explain why you're wrong.
Are you really still butthurt over me thinking you might have been introduced to certain artists through Pitchfork?
Also, thinking that you might read Pitchfork because you've mentioned liking several artists that have been covered heavily by Pitchfork is not making a wild and broad assumption.
Also, trying to move away from a conversation topic while someone is throwing a hissy fit is not insisting something to be true.
Continuing a topic and passive aggressively insulting someone because they thought you might've read a certain medium, while they're trying to move away from the topic is definitely throwing a hissy fit.
No, I'm just trying a new approach at talking to you, since all of my other attempts end with you claiming to have totally, like, pwned my ass and made me all butthurt.
Jesus, man, get over the Pitchfork thing. If anything I'm getting at your insinuations of me being middle-class, which I'm not. I don't really care either way, most people I assume I'm middle-class because I don't speak like a total rem.
So... when you're insulting about me and my lifestyle, that's fine and a joke, but I can't joke back without you assuming I'm being serious? Are you really that autistic?
Mate, just sit back and take a calming moment. I'm not being serious. I just reply to your posts because, like, you're a mate and I like talking with you, preferably without you starting to get all weird and serious out of nowhere. I don't take your insults to me seriously, so don't take mine seriously. It's really not that hard.
Listen brev, I can relate to your whole being an ''individual'' with non-mainstream tastes while growing up in a working class area in between working class punters and that. My youth was quite similar, actually. You don't have to be such a cock about it, though.