i'm just not that into you

part of the curse of my shyness is that when i'm being pursued by someone i'm really not interested in, i have a problem letting him know because i'm really not into the business of hurting feelings. unfortunately, it actually may hurt him more, as i drag my feet about letting the gentleman down gently. in seeking advice from friends, i'm most often hit with an "ignore his ass. he'll be okay." and it's not that i don't think that he/they'll be okay, i just, for some reason, feel really badly about these things.

until i saw that damn movie.

without giving it away, they made women look pathetic. the directors/producers/screenwriters/anyone remotely involved in the production made it seem as though we're running after every guy that even looks in our direction. and don't let him speak to us-- the wedding bells are ringing in our ears. guys, i hate to break it to you, we're not that desperate. some time may be spent trying to translate a text message, decode a wall post, figure out who couldve possibly written that in the Honesty Box, but that's just a byproduct of this digital age that we're living in. to be honest, i'm done talking about guys, relationships, what can be. it's tiring and mostly uninteresting. i could be saving the world or something, not pining over some shit who probably could never match up to me, as the movie suggests.

so fuck that. the guns are drawn.

honey, i was never interested in you. your delusions of grandeur will get you in trouble.

and you are four years too late.

and you. over you in '09. '010. infinity. and beyond.