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If there is one thing I can not stand, it's being told (or even just implied) that I'm stupid. Every dude I've ever been in a relationship with, serious or otherwise, has somehow degraded the ability of my mind so much so that it stirs an anger so intense within me that I want to fucking punch someone. And honestly, sometimes, I do.
Until Travis, I dated much, much, much stupider than I, so it was a laughable effort, at best. It'd make me mad mostly on the premise that someone so fucking retarded could find my weak spot so easily. Travis is probably the smartest man I've ever been with, and while that says a lot about the type of dude I go for, at least he has a brain somewhere within that sea of booze... how often he chooses to actually use it is a completely different story.
The most recent person I was "seeing" (super loose term) seemed to make it a point to bash my intelligence almost everytime we saw or spoke to eachother. He called me a "dummy" and recently said something along the lines of "you're not so bright". I let it go, figuring I'd wow him with my learnedness at some point, but things faded naturally, anyway. Still... I'm fucking pissed.
Mother fucker, I am a certifiable genius... IQ-wise, anyway. I did a lot of drugs for a long time, I dropped out of high school, I drink waaaaaaaaay too much, I don't have a college education, I'm pretty gullible (which I attribute to the fact that I trust too easily) and I've made a lot of bad decisions in my life... but all of that does not mean I'm fucking retarded.
I have, somehow, managed to get a good job, without an education, during which I had a child unexpectedly, and have still managed to maintain a (yes, small) household in super desirable neighborhood. I am also caregiver to an 80 year old, former federal employee, and I have yet to fully lose my mind. I keep my two younger brothers somewhat in line, all while having no support, mental or otherwise, from anyone.
In the world I currently reside, I'm a fucking badass.
You may be attractive. You may have a good job. You may be good with your family and appear to be a good person for me to spend my time with, on the surface. Sadly, the moment you decided I was not as smart as you was the moment that I slowly walked out of your life. Slowly and clingedly (my newest submission to Webster's), because I really didn't want to believe a dude that had everything I was looking for actually sucked more than what I left.
I realize there's a good chance that you may never realize what you had within your grasp. From my stance, that makes you the dummy.
Until Travis, I dated much, much, much stupider than I, so it was a laughable effort, at best. It'd make me mad mostly on the premise that someone so fucking retarded could find my weak spot so easily. Travis is probably the smartest man I've ever been with, and while that says a lot about the type of dude I go for, at least he has a brain somewhere within that sea of booze... how often he chooses to actually use it is a completely different story.
The most recent person I was "seeing" (super loose term) seemed to make it a point to bash my intelligence almost everytime we saw or spoke to eachother. He called me a "dummy" and recently said something along the lines of "you're not so bright". I let it go, figuring I'd wow him with my learnedness at some point, but things faded naturally, anyway. Still... I'm fucking pissed.
Mother fucker, I am a certifiable genius... IQ-wise, anyway. I did a lot of drugs for a long time, I dropped out of high school, I drink waaaaaaaaay too much, I don't have a college education, I'm pretty gullible (which I attribute to the fact that I trust too easily) and I've made a lot of bad decisions in my life... but all of that does not mean I'm fucking retarded.
I have, somehow, managed to get a good job, without an education, during which I had a child unexpectedly, and have still managed to maintain a (yes, small) household in super desirable neighborhood. I am also caregiver to an 80 year old, former federal employee, and I have yet to fully lose my mind. I keep my two younger brothers somewhat in line, all while having no support, mental or otherwise, from anyone.
In the world I currently reside, I'm a fucking badass.
You may be attractive. You may have a good job. You may be good with your family and appear to be a good person for me to spend my time with, on the surface. Sadly, the moment you decided I was not as smart as you was the moment that I slowly walked out of your life. Slowly and clingedly (my newest submission to Webster's), because I really didn't want to believe a dude that had everything I was looking for actually sucked more than what I left.
I realize there's a good chance that you may never realize what you had within your grasp. From my stance, that makes you the dummy.
Fuck yes. You are such a bad ass, it makes me so happy to see this kick ass "I don't take shit from anyone" new Ali. Single moms are going to take over the world.
ReplyDeleteI'm a little embarrassed about the whole thing, to be honest. I've never had being open to new people bite me in the butt so hard. The real world lesson was good, I suppose.
ReplyDeleteThere's a bit more douchebaggery to get into, but that's another entry for another day.