Generation Y Are You Still Talking to Me?
I'm angry. I don't really know what to do with it...so I'm here...blogging about it I guess. It's just so incredible to me. Guys my age. So far what I've experienced is a total lack of morals, a deficit of tact and no hint of maturity.
I get hit on. I talk to the guy. I try to get a better picture of who he is while he's busy getting a better picture of how to get me into bed. Which, rest assured, isn't happening.
I just don't understand how our generation went to hell in a hand basket.
For being in one of the most "religious" and "Christian" states in the country, it sure doesn't feel like it.
I mean, I'm not asking for much...
+Love God above all else and live a Christ driven life
+Have some semblance of tact and a slight sense of humor
+Make an attempt to use proper grammar
+And don't be an aimless hobo with no plans for the future
That's it! That's it. You don't even have to be insanely hot...just moderately attractive. And hopefully love football...
I mean what's going to happen to these dumb ass guys when they wake up one day and realize that they passed on a girl who could have been their wife for some _____ who will give them a one night stand? Don't you want more? Don't you want something meaningful?
I mean it's sick when guys come up to you and just flat out tell you that they want to _____ you.
WTF
It makes me angry. I'm angry.
I'm a writer and an artist...I love poetry and I can bake delicious things from scratch.
I love to go out of my way to make others happy.
I try my very best to live life as God wants me to. I go to church and try to surround myself with people who will strengthen my faith.
I love my family to death; and I am fiercey loyal to my friends.
I have a fantastic memory and the craziest XBOX and Playstation skills.
I've never not gotten a job that I've interviewed for. I can write a 3,000 word essay with perfect grammar in less than an hour.
I can type wicked fast and draw even faster.
I can get up and speak in front of a crowded room with all the confidence in the world.
I am a great marksman and I can kick ass at the driving range.
I can teach an intricate painting to a room full of people who have no idea how to paint and handle screaming kids at raging painting birthday parties.
I CAN DO SO MUCH. I can be so much. And what do you want?
My body. That's it.
Because that makes so much sense.
Grow up you _____________.
P.S. I can't wait until you have daughters.
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