Day 1

  **Disclaimer: the following text contains more sarcasm than is funny and advocates feminism.**

Day 1: Your current relationship. If single, discuss how the single life is.

   This is arguably the worst prompt I've ever been subjected to. "When was the War of 1812?" is a close second. That's alright, I suppose. It was my idea to do a 30 day challenge anyway.
   I'm about as single as a kid could get and I love it. Why that matters in the slightest, I don't know, but evidently relationships are important. I don't understand why people care. Perhaps I don't care because I view high school romances as a waste of time. Two people are in love because Facebook says so? I think not. But, wait a minute! That would mean that most high school relationships are based on infatuation and not eternal love! What?? Does this mean that teenagers are still overpowered by their hormones everyday?!
   Yes.
   In other news, water is wet.

   Not only do I not care about dating at all, but I'm disgusted by how many girls see it as a priority. Heaven forbid, these psychos whom I call peers could pause and understand their potential as an individual. The worst of it is that this mentality doesn't exist only in the high school setting, it's everywhere. Women who support themselves and don't feel the need to engage in "husband-hunting" are continually degraded and frowned upon by our barbaric society. I can't stand that some consider it to be an "alternative lifestyle" for women to be single. There's nothing wrong with a woman who not only wears the pants in the family, but also is the homemaker. So many women are running around dependent on a man to do everything for them. Whatever happened to women with ambition? Where are the ladies who were striving to be politicians? Who is going to pave the way for women in a man's world? For 200 years we've been fighting for women's rights and now girls are deciding to be stupid and throw themselves around like drunk prostitutes. That's nice. While you're at it, why don't see if you can bring back slavery? Stupid, stupid, stupid!
   To be fair to the dating game however, I'm very bad at it. Surely there isn't another person on this planet who is more oblivious or obtuse to a pressing flirtation than me. Regardless, I'm happy to stay independent. Personally, I think people obsessed with dating in high school are in the midst of an identity crisis and need the attention of everyone on the planet in order to feel important. This sounds like all of the teenage girl crap that I can't relate to. I don't understand girls, I don't understand boys, and I really don't care. 

P.S. I have lovely things to say about my relationships with fictional characters (well constructed characters like Hamlet and Marius, not Edward or Jacob). That post is for another day, probably when I get another horrible prompt.

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Frigid July

     Yes, it is mid July and I really do feel like this most of time. The sad part is that I'm speaking quite literally. Yes, you read that right too. I'm not even attempting to be profound and tell you all how frigid my soul is (But, if you know me at all, you ought to have figured that out by now... That, and there really isn't anything profound about a person with a cold heart). I haven't seen the sun much all summer long. Shockingly enough, I'm alright with that. It's been bugging me more than usual when girls stand in front of the mirror and deliberately degrade themselves in order to get compliments. I've always been one to agree with them, but...then again, I've always been one to not have friends, so...perhaps they're related. Lately, all the girls have been complaining about how "pasty-white" they are, when everyone around them can clearly recognize that they've been frying themselves alive since the day school got out. Personally, I'm totally fine if I go back to school even lighter than when we got out. It'll give them less to compare themselves to, and me, less to plug my ears about. 

     Speaking of plugging my ears, I got a phone call tonight from a girl I don't know who was demanding to talk to one of my friends. My friend was never with me. Not only did the sound of her voice make me want to slit my throat, but her inability to comprehend that I was not with my friend was astounding. You know the statistic that 1/5 of Americans can't locate the United States on a world map? I'm pretty sure she's a large contribution to that. 

     There's a reason I don't have friends. I'm overly blunt and rude.
     Enjoy your skin cancer.

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