Karma is’nt Real :(

I can smell a gay men a mile away. It isn't manners. The give away is I feel comfortable around them, instantaneously. They see you as people. 

I've met enough men that actually won't talk to girls unless they are attracted to them. One of my friends' brothers is one. It's an extreme example, but I would go on vacations with them. I was in his latin class, three years in a row. And latin was a small class, maybe like fifteen people. I was at his house four days a week, and yet he wouldn't even look in my direction. I would be friendly. At this stage in my life I wanted to be everyone's friend. I look back and my stomach contracts when I think about all the colorless brutes that I tried to win over. 

Yet he couldn't be bothered. He went to ucla. His parents treat him like his shit doesn't stink. He has the personality of a wet noodle, with a monotone laugh and the height of a chinese girl. YET he bagged a premed italian girl, with minimal body fat.

Like where is the fairness in that? I know fairness does not exist. BLAH BLAH!! But c'mon! And don't you dare say that missing out on Kathryn Frank's friendship is enough of a punishment. 

I want the bad guy to lose. I want Jack and Rose to live and die together. I want them to grow old in a cape cod house on a river in Virginia. You know what they say, “Virginia is for lovers”.