I hate how easy it is for men to bombard you with small talk these days, and then get offended when you don’t reply in what they feel is an acceptable time frame (because they’re obviously entitled to one, NOW.). One the other side of the coin, I’m sure there are plenty of girls that do this to guys as well.
A guy texts you something. Great. That was nice of them, but there’s only so far a conversation can go before you’re both uncomfortably grasping at straws because things obviously didn’t take off.
I get messages on my phone all the time that say things like, hi. whats up. hey.
And really, if you want to ask me whats up, whats so hard about saying something like, “Hey, Amanda. I was just wondering what you’re up to these days.” or “Hey, Amanda. Whats up? We haven’t chatted and we should catch up.” or “Hey, Amanda, whats up? You wanna do something this week?”
At this point, I don’t even answer to hey or hi one word texts, facebook messages (the absolute worst), twitter DMs, etc. Occasionally I’ll answer a whats up if I’m doing something interesting or feel like sharing, but then when I explain ‘whats up’ and your only reply is haha or lol, You’re obviously not engaged or interested.
I love talking to guys. I love talking to people. I love having conversations. Intelligent ones, or even light ones that are engaging. I think human socialization is great, and I love the stories people have to tell about their lives. I love conversation that feels natural and effortless.
As a graphic designer. I make contacts through social media. I have to have a cell phone, a twitter, an email, a facebook page all open and ready to accept messages from contacts or clients…. and also, unfortunately, people with nothing better to say than “hey”.
This is Chester. When I was in Afghanistan I got a care package from one of those “Adopt a Soldier” programs that lets families send care packages to service men and women who are deployed overseas. Anyway, I got this care package, and it came with the usual stuff: Baby wipes, crackers, peanut butter, the Dad threw in a pack of cigarettes, and there was some jerky. But there was also a little beanie baby gold fish and a hand written note from a 7 year old girl that said
“Dear Soldier, (I wasn’t even mad)
I hope you are doing well. I’m sorry you have to miss thanksgiving with your family. This is my friend Chester. He keeps me safe from monsters, but I think you need him more than I do. I hope he keeps you safe from the monsters you’re fighting. Take good care of him for me”.
You bet your ass that little fish was in my pocket every time I went on patrol.
for my followers who are werewolves
for my followers who are dating werewolves
to all my followers that want to avoid werewolves
for all my followers who want to become werewolves
for all my followers who hunt werewolves
For Stiles Stilinski
Things that drive me nuts about my house:
*shitty water quality that runs yellow
*the couches are miserable to sit on for more than 5 minutes
*the TV always on loudly and making noise even when you’re trying to sleep
That’s about it for now but that last one man ooof. It kills me.