Brown Bear Nation I'm just a brown bear in a world without honey, these are my bad decisions, my writing pieces, my music, my thoughts, my favorite things, and they are all here for you to read and make fun of, because I do.

Disclaimer: This “you” is not you, its the hypothetical “you” unless it really is you. lol

  I’m going to cut the poetic somber bullshit and get straight to the point. Do I have, “Fuck me over” on tattooed on my motherfuckin forehead? Do I look like a sucker? If you think so then I’m going to have to ask you to put your own foot up your own ass because you would perfer that I don’t do it. I know I wasn’t the only person born with the ability to reason. A lot of shit has been on my mind for a while and as it has accumulated so rapidly, I’d like some advice, some comments, some insight. These are the things I know and don’t know:

I know it is not that hard to call or write someone on that person’s birthday, esp. when you care about that someone, when he/she makes effort after effort to show you he or she cares. I know you don’t go after one of your friend’s crushes and if you have to ask then you know you’re in the wrong, which means NO. I know you genuinely wonder if your friend is having fun at his or her own birthday party and when she looks like she’s not, when she is cleaning while everyone else is having a grand time, that you seriously sitb him or her down and ask them whats wrong. I don’t know how people don’t expect their friends to change or make friends with people who they may not like. I know that if a person is trying to illustrate to someone that he or she wants to be a friend again instead of an asshole that just comes in and out of that person’s life then you make a consistent effort, yes? If I’m wrong, please explain. I love to learn. I’m so ready to getting motherfuckin hooked on phonetics or better yet hooked on the art of bullshit! I always say, walk in that other person’s shoes and see how it feels to I don’t know, not get called on your birthday, feel horrible during your own bday party, have a friend “hit it off” with a crush you’ve had for two years since Winter semester Political Sci at 12:00p with Prof. Robert Ingersol!, get yelled at for someone elses behavior (when clearly you couldn’t control how things occured cause hey, you’re not god), or put your faith back in someone and be disappointed.

 Damn, I’m guessing it would feel pretty shitty if one looks beyond the possible lame excuse one could conjure up to make his or herself feel better. Let me tell you, it hurts like hell and it should because you’ll learn to never get fucked over again.