Sometimes I feel like the 2014 nineteen-year-old Carrie Bradshaw. Except I don't own any Manolo Blahnik, or go to designer parties, or write a column for a magazine.
Yes, I might not be in my thirties, or even a 'real' adult, despite being five months and a day away from my 20s, and yes, I don't have a proper job, or a serious relationship (or any right now -.-), but I'm wise beyond my years.
All I know I learned from tv. And believe me, the things I see- the way men think...I mean what the fuck, when I girl leaves, go after her! To finish my sentense, I'm not even sure they think; maybe they say whatever pops into their heads and shrug, and then, they go ahead and say that women are complicated and they can't figure out the way WE think or what we want.
Well, this is my face, like all the goddamn time:
What we want is for you to pay attention. To THINK, for fuck's sake. And not bury your feelings, just embrace them. It's going to feel much better, I promise. But no, *dude voice* we have to be tough and drink beer and burp and be all manly.
In a Carrie fashion, I'll end this shitstorm with a question: How different are the two genders? And is it nature that differentiates us, or nurture?
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