|Boys boys boys [I’m looking for a good time]
||[Mar. 7th, 2011|08:03 pm]
Spinning 45 Ballerina
|||||sandie shaw-sympathy for the devil||]|
Now as a special 8th of March treat I’ve decided to write about boys in a very general and unfair way, the goal; to make myself feel just a little bit better. As far as I’m concerned there are only four types of boys out there, they are:
outnumber every other kind of boy by millions. Some are irrelevant not through there own fault, but simply because circumstance has placed them on the other side of the world or made them the wrong age. I’m really not really sure what ells categorize the irrelevant boy, because I pay them so little attention. I guess they share a couple of physical traits, like wearing blue jeans, or having boring hair. Mostly though what makes them irrelevant is they’re intellect, or lack of one. They have no interesting interests or insights, to me they exists merely as pawns in the board game that is my life.
sometimes lure me in and become my friends and lovers. The man-boy is very sure of him self and tend to seem nice in the beginning as we often share some superficial interest. He usually has some talent or skill that he mistakes for personality. Always judgemental, never seeing any point of view other then his own. Politically he probably identifies with the far left, sometimes having modified his views with age. (I have a theory that there are lots more of his kind on the right, but to me that squarely places them among the first sett of boys.) Man-boys tend to wear green, the most flamboyant of the pre-approved manly colours. This is probably to say, “hey look at me, I’m a man-boy!” Lastly the least appealing trait of the man-boy is the fact that he doesn’t grasp the concept of women being human. He likes women, talks to them, but it’s always quite apparent that to him women are a sort of talking cat.
ah I know them well. Some of my best friends are too scared of life to ever truly enjoy it, (so writing shit about them comes naturally to me). It’s not that I don’t identify, rejection is tough and stuff, but sometimes you just have to go for it, put yourself out there, and stop being a pussy. So turn of that iPod and Radiohead’s latest album and stop stalking that girl you like. Just go talk to her! (I’m sure if you just talked to some girls they’re skin wouldn’t make you cry any more.) As a bonus I’m sure you’ll realize you never really liked her anyways (and when you finished talking to all of them, you’ll realize I’m the only one for you).
are as rare as a stuffed dodo, they exist, but basically you need to go to a museum to find one. They are funny, intelligent, outgoing and for the most part total sluts, (or in a meaningful and super committed relationship). I love totally awesome-boys, but never fall in love with them as they’re just too awesome and hurt my eyes.