The Man Period

I’ve been going through a really rough time lately. I’ve been trying to get back with my ex-girlfriend. She has a boyfriend now and really doesn’t want much to do with me. Which really blows. I want to marry her and have babies. Chalk it up to growing up and realizing what you really had.

My friends and family have been trying to be there for me and providing their support. And I appreciate their effort, but there is one saying that keeps coming up that is driving me nuts.

So …… you’re saying that if I go up to her and kick her right in the mouth, it’ll still have the same output opposed to if I had tried something a little more productive (and romantic)? What the fuck kinda saying is that? I could use it for anything. I could watch TV and shit my pants. When everyone is grossed out I’ll just shrug and say that it must have meant to be. If I was meant to poop my pants, it'll happen. Fate is for fags.

This makes me want to buy a couple shiny pistols with pearl handles and a utility belt that can hold a ridiculous amount of ammunition. The next person that says that to me, I’m going to pull out my pistols and shine them up real nice with a silk handkerchief (that came with the pistols). They’ll look at me in disbelief. And just when they go to ask what I’m doing I’ll unload boths clips on the fucker - I’d start at the knees and work up.

And when I’m all done and they’re taking their last breath. I’ll stand above them and say “well ……. I guess it was meant to be, swine”. And then spit on them. If tobassco sauce is nearby they'll get it in the eyes.

Fate can show you doors, but it’s up to you to walk thru them. We’re not on a fucking carnival ride where your fake car is on trolley tracks and you’re pulled thru life. You have to grind, fight, and work for the life you want. Fate is what you make of it.