Remember when only Britney Spears had ruined the sanctity of marriage?
jasencomstock:
Why do we always blame the woman too and not the opportunistic loser they pay to marry them?
I honestly don’t think it’s necessarily blaming the woman…in both these cases, the woman was the “star” with the recognition. I mean, who gives a shit about whatever the fuck that dood that Britney married first’s name is, K-Fed OR Kris Humphries?
I think it’s just that these are high profile people who put on a high profile show for the media and it’s fairly nauseating that this is the way it all turns out. It’s not about blame, it’s about what American culture embraces…and that seems to be over-the-top everything, be it weddings, divorces, scandals.
It’s all gross. Just gross. But oh well.
(via ro-s-aspa-rks)
Nelly
I’m in a very negative place these days. I am trying to pull myself out of it, but even when I think I’m doing okay, I’ll notice a thought or a snarl or a roll of the eyes before I can stop myself from thinking or doing it. I’m angry at things. I’m angry at people. I’m angry at life. Oh, and I’m angry at myself…let’s not forget that. Because that’s probably where the anger for everyone/thing else is coming from, really. I mean…let’s call a spade a spade.
I just can’t motivate. I can’t motivate myself to care. I look like shit. I feel like shit. I feel like my negativity is just seeping out of every pore and everyone can see it and feel it. I know some of the reasons why I’m feeling this way, but other reasons remain a mystery. Like, I don’t know why I’m this affected. Why I’m this up and down. Why highs are irrepressible silliness and laughter and lows are just bitchy, I-will-cut-you-with-a-glare attitude and sadness. There is in between, but it’s fleeting. Well, all of it is fleeting. Maybe that’s why I’m angry…cuz I don’t really know how I’ll feel in any given moment. I feel out of control.
Horribly, horribly out of control.
This is a very open post. But hey…
I’m gonna take my negative ass out of here to get a sammich. In the meantime, tell me things. Ask me questions. Get my mind off this shit.
I’m serious…go ahead (click).
