because I have heard a grown woman say “omg! If I meet an Edward, I will dump my fiancée lol!1”
because if I ever get another superior touched-by-the-angel-of-technology kind of look, I will start burning Starbucks down, where all the kids who are willing to overpay for appearance hang out.
because… Ok, I don’t really hate Harry Potter… But I might if this MY CHILDHOOD IS OFFICIALLY OVER trend doesn’t fade out, soon. You’re twenty-fucking-five, for crying out loud, get a grip!
That’s right, kids… I hate products based on their fanbases; I hate fanbases because they full of… fans; and fans are obsessed with/have a passion for something, which (and this is when it gets dramatic.. Run! RUN, I TELL YOU!):
I DO NOT.
There’s not a product/idea/goal that gets me off my lazy (but perky) ass; for that same reason, I feel I have no path in life… I’m studying architecture because I figured it’s nice and cool to say I’m someone who’s creative, smart and likes hanging out with gay dudes, but I’m not entirely sure I want to be an architect.
I don’t feel a real big passion for architecture, or drawing, or math, or physics, or art… Or nothing.
I love sex. Man… Do I love sex. That doesn’t count, though; next thing I know I will be joining a fan club for people who like to turning oxygen into carbon dioxide.
I’m going nowhere (and not even very fast to, at least, make it sound cool and cliché)… I am enjoying the ride – a freaking lot – which, I feel is worth mentioning.
Once I got over the typical “I hate everything” teen phase, I can say I have been very happy with my lousy irrelevant existence… So, if worse comes to worst and I don’t get to be one of those people who do what they love, I’d happily settle for loving what I do.