Have you ever thought about how many people think about you? When the wake up, before they sleep, random bursts through out the day because they might have seen, heard, felt, taste, or smelled something that relates entirely to you. These people, this person, whoever it may be, they’ll smile and their eyes will crinkle and maybe if it’s potent and intoxicating all their senses they’ll let out a little laugh and try to shake away the giggles. Can you just fathom the feeling? You’re important enough for someone to take time out of their daily routines just to think about you, maybe setting them behind schedule by a tiny insignificant second or it could lead to a phone call or an intense social network stalking that will lead to hours because of you. You and your existence is just that compelling.
I may not be the smartest spender, but I’d really appreciate it if you would shut the fuck up about how I choose to spend my money and what gifts I decide to ask for. It’s a gift, dumbass, a fucking gift. I’m not going to sit there and ask you to pay my bills for another month, I’m going to ask for things that I can’t afford because I have bills to pay. Real ones that come in the mail every month asking for a pretty number that I sometimes don’t have and I sometimes do. I really wish you would stop pretending like you’re some sort of an adult because you’ve had you’re fair share of adult experiences. Whatever, stay the fuck out of my business I didn’t ask for any opinions.
