Why oh why make me so angry on a Monday morning?
I get to work, and there is an email from my friend stating how she was with the guy that she liked, but nothing is going to happen from it - which she knew from the start, so now she is sad… wtf.
Ok, this is brash, stupid, ridiculous, presumptuous… but chicks are easily the most emotionally retarded of the human species. It would be apparent to me that as a general rule, chicks are so devoid of logic that they are constantly hurting themselves and those around them… mainly themselves…
I am just an insensitive male who doesn’t understand you say… say that all you want… the reason I do understand is because I am actually in touch with my feminine side! Having two older sister’s, and mostly chick friends through high school will kind of do that to you…
Do you think I enjoy understanding woman? Hold up a second… I hear you gasping with shock – Muggaz thinks he understands woman… I categorically state I understand woman… I understand that they are so crazy and illogical… understand that, and you understand woman.
Why do I get so frustrated? Because I love women. I love them to bits… they are my greatest strength, and also my greatest weakness… Beautiful woman make me go weak at the knees… beautiful and intelligent woman make me fall off my chair… beautiful, intelligent and nice woman make me want to go to whatever planet this foreign species came from!!!
Why do I complain? Because I am jaded as fuck. Women are clearly not objects, and to see my friends and other chicks keep on going back to the a$$holes that call themselves men absolutely disgusts me… Why am I worried about it? Because I don’t understand how chicks can do this to themselves… I don’t understand why I am jealous of the Neanderthal’s who seem to command many a fine ladies attentions…
Why do I think about chicks about 50% of the time? How can I get these harpies out of my head? I was just saying to my friend who was having a whinge this morning; this is a part of life I am not enjoying immensely right now… I really need that special someone to ask me how my day was at work, and just to snuggle with on the couch and watch crap TV…
I think I am an emotional retard as well…
BAM!!!