Hi there! It seems like
my adult acne is here to stay people aren’t bitching and moaning about the world/life enough these days so I figured I’d contribute to the collective, overall distress of the human race by featuring a compilation of things that have been chafing me as of late. Also, if I can offer some reprieve from the incessant, chafe-inducing political posts on Facebook, then I’ll feel like I’ve really made a contribution to our society as a whole.
1. Dating apps
I spent a good 5 years using dating apps as avenues to prank message unassuming, horny male humanoids...until recently when I hit an age where wasting my free time dicking around on tinder isn't so productive: apparently in my case, time is of the essence and in the words of my beloved mother “WHAT DO WE THINK IS WRONG, WHY CAN’T WE SEEM TO SETTLE DOWN WITH A NICE GUY, LET’S FIND US SOMEONE SOON, SHALL WE” So, “we” (apparently my happily married mom and I are a package deal?) decided to take the whole dating app thing seriously, and the result? A bunch of anticlimactic back and forth banter that has ultimately lead to nothing. Seriously, I've had more fun making small talk with my dentist as he's shoving his chubby, shaky hands in my mouth and probing my gums with one of those terrifying metal picks. OH, I also connected with the male version of Debbie Downer. OH, also – my name isn’t Alex.
we've never met but YES I will definitely book it to Napa for a concert ASAP
(keep in mind, I watch an average of 2 Dateline episodes a night)
super quick, meaningful exchange
|I've had deeper conversations with my thumb.|
btw, no response to my Sixers comment, I'm guessing he's a Celtics fan?
|WEATHER IS THE GODFATHER OF SMALL TALK AND TALKING ABOUT IT IS LIKE WET SAND IN MY UNDERWEAR|
|THIS CONVERSATION WENT DOWNHILL REAL FAST|
THIS GUY'S BIO WAS ALL ABOUT HIS PACKAGE AND EXCUSE ME WHILE I GO THROW THE FUCK UP AND ALSO, WE KNOW THAT'S A SOUP CAN, BUDDY.
My final take on dating apps: they're not my jam. I'd much rather meet someone the old-fashioned way: shitfaced at a bar.
2. An ear caressing uberpool passenger.
This didn’t necessarily chafe me too much, but I guarantee 34 minutes of continually rubbing and bending one’s lobe would definitely result in some chafe-age.
3.Political rants on facebook
Our country is going through some shit, I get it. In the beginning of Trump-a-polooza I’ll admit I laid in bed at night and scrolled through heated arguments betwixt grown adults, fascinated by how fast fights escalated. People have made good points and at first, it was entertaining. After awhile though, these fights have become sad and annoying and well – let’s face it, someone's political stance isn't going to change because their biology lab partner from the 7th grade typed out a rebuttal (filled wirh grammatical/spelling error's and you see what i did there) to their charged status update. I find myself longing for the days when people posted photos of their sonograms and fritata. SERIOUSLY, CAN WE BRING BACK THE FUCKING SONOGRAMS AND FRITATTA PICTURES!?
4. DOG SHIT
I'm envious of
Gisele Bundchen dog owners. I grew up with dogs and I've always wanted one of my own. I'm not envious of said owners having to pick up their dog's shit and put it in those little baggies, though. That said, it has to be done. So when a dog owner doesn't do this and their dog shits in front of my apartment building and I almost step in it as I'm hurriedly running out the door in the morning, well I'M CHAFED.
this does look staged amiright!?
And, that's all the chafes I can come up with for now. Happy
dry Hump Day! Get dim sum!
PS. I don't want to end on a negative note so I will say I'm proud to have blown a bubble twice the size of my rather large dome last week. Thank you for the congratulatory flowers, texts and calls. I'm so blown away I might burst and you see what I did there.