I’ve Had enough

Seriously, I’ve had just about enough of the borough of Queens. This place truly is hell on earth if hell was an urban suburban ethnic conclave with planes constantly flying overhead. What really bugs me is how everyone here thinks they are so macho, just because they grew up in this shithole. Tough shit, if you came from the neighborhood I grew up in, which is about an 1hr 30m away, you’d most likely have either ended up dead, in jail, or living under extremely shitty circumstances post high school. Face it, your not cool Queens, matter of fact had Staten Island not existed you would probably be the forgotten borough.

Fuck You —> Queens , NY

Phew, okay now onto what happened to me recently today. I and Ryan went to Steves house to hang out before going to the bar only to find out we couldn’t get in. We then walked back to Steves after realising we had no cash, to Ryan’s car where he proceeded to bitch about his cookie cutter girl problems. To make things even more unbearable he then teased me, mocking the fact that I’m not some Cassanova, as if he is! I broke it down to him. I told him pretty much hey I may have not had sex at school, but atleast I’m not getting played. He then basically ignored any comments coming from me, since he’s too preoccupied lusting after the sound of his own voice.

Sex talks make me uncomfortable. Yea i said it. I grew up in a household where sex was not talked about, and where it was also vehemently frowned upon in a non assertive way. When I think of my upbringing now I’m suprised at how normal I actually have turned out to be. The non logical process by which my mother raised me combined with hours of television blurred my thought processes on relationships. I spent a majority of my time rather imagining myself in situations instead of living them. For us kids born in the 80’s/90’s we were raised by television shows such as MTV Spring Break, Girls Gone Wild Commericals and Catdog cartoons. We were cheated out of the conventional childhood of people to people interaction. Or atleast in my case I was. So now all I can do is adapt, count my victories and move on.

Damn’it I left my hookah at Steve’s place. I hope he doesn’t break it.