Gossip Girl Season 4

Excuse me. I know it’s been a while, I’ve had what I actually don’t mind calling ‘writer’s block’, the external kind. The kind that’s most annoying, like “Why am I sitting in this room with this girl, she’s like quite literally staring at my back (and sometimes at my front) and it’s truly annoying being stalked by the present past who is, like, staring at my back (did I say that?okay).” Once I beat that with the classic (figurative),”You can’t sit with us!”, it was cool. So hey, the snob is back.

Also, I was writing about something-you’ll see later- when it mysteriously didn’t get published. That pissed me the fuck off, I had posting trauma for like, two days! Scary stuff, putting in so much effort just for shit to get deleted. Anyway I’m sick of writing about how the internet has been BETRAYING me (http://cigaretteincense.blogspot.com) so I’ll stop.

Ooh yesterday, my friend (who’s in he city for a month) and I texted about fashion and clothing and shoes and accessories and other girl stuff almost the whole fucking day! If you read my post about Spring you must know that this friend is actually a PERSON and not a season. Moving right along, I forgot that I could do that! Seriously, it’s fun. it’s like smoking an exclusive girl power/fashion joint! It’s a little evil army of terror candy-coated in prettiness, giggles and ‘oh my gosh, you won’t believe!’. Speaking of things that you oh my gosh won’t believe . . . Of course you won’t, because that kind of conversation is exclusive,duh! What you should know are that those things make us fucking crazy! The official, diagnosed kind, not that anyone ever notices. OCD and paranoia do just fine in society, hence the show Gossip Girl, oh and our lovely friends HELP us become crazy by letting us know we aren’t crazy,”Oh my gosh, I totally understand!”. It’s ironic, but it works. It’s something that makes us high maintenance, fast talking, fast thinking, bitch slapping Queen B’s instead of the doormat, do everything that you say,’does my ass look fat in this?’,walk all over me, annoying girls that guys with low self esteem like. See? Good. My best friend’s head is full of secrets and it’s inflating, she gets to minimize when she tells me though. See what I mean?

Just My Luck or just nature.

So how ironic is this?

Just as I’m about to write about the lovely Spring, it gets overcast and starts raining. Sigh . . . I must admit, I was as ecstatic about the rain as a desert creature, it hadn’t rained for like 3 months or something, and for someone who has a garden to look after, it’s fucking rad that mother nature can just rock up and babysit for you!

How’s it that new additions to a situation inspire some type of negative emotional or social indulgence? Like the new friend in a group kinda starts the Queen B’s spiral of uncontrollable bitchiness or the new employee inspires the manager to be an uber-bossy-bitch (followed by the rest of the employees).

It’s actually a disturbing pattern. Even worse when no one wants to be confronted about their behavior and in that way, everyone is just forced to walk around pissed the fuck off and out of their element.

You know, if you’re not ever going to talk about it, it’s never going away,duh.

Then we pretend like nothing’s wrong but when we see someone in a shit mood we ask, “What’s wrong?” knowing very fucking well that we don’t want to fucking hear it.

At least some have the guts to confront it, we need mutual guts to find a solution and in the end we all just need to grow the fuck up.

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