Relationships: all that exist

Written by Katie Kish in Rantage

I asked a friend what I should blog about and her answer was "boys!" this was after we spent an hour talking about her ex-boyfriend and her current crush, while at the same time I was talking to another friend who was giving me the disgusting details of the random head he received in a forest tonight and then talking ANOTHER friend who was complaining about being lonely and not having a boyfriend…

People always ask me about me and my boyfriend, …they apparently forget that I don’t have one. So then they ask about my most recent ex-boyfriend and they always get all "I can’t believe you’re not over him!!!" after I end telling them how he is… and then I get confused because I say "Uh, I am" and then they say "but you’re talking about him!!" yeah… because you asked… its like they *want* to create drama.

I really don’t understand. My friends aren’t stupid… well, most of them. We can talk about literature, philosophy, science and news, but they all chose to talk about relationships and I don’t really understand why. I remember a couple years ago my friends and I all went camping and we were sitting up at 4 am talking about philosophers and philosophy… it was the coolest talk in the world. I wish my friends and I could sit around talking about that more often… Instead of past parties, boyfriends and sex.

Don’t get me wrong, I like talking about sex. And parties are halarious to talk about. And boyfriends………….. But like seriously… intelligent people shouldn’t focus their lives on trivial things. This is why I like calling Alon, we get in a fight about something that isn’t about relationships, or sex, or anything like that. Its usually something like the purpose of women’s studies, or … I don’t even remember out past fights. But they’re at least interesting and take more thought than just saying: "WAaaaa my boyfriend doesn’t get me!!! whaaaaaaaaa" …shhhuuuut uuuuupppp.

1 comment op “Relationships: all that exist”

  1. Metroid said:

    I’ll give you something to talk about…. the freaking meaning of bi-weekly. I swear, the dictionary hates me.

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