So many basic bitches! Because you know who you are. Sorry I’m in no way sorry. lalala bye.
There is a reason I have mainly gay friends. I can’t seem to relate to the catty “whoa is me” bullshit that females seem to want to discuss so often. The “you won’t believe what so-and-so did” crap that literally I could give a f*** about.
I was discussing this with my supervisor this past week. It’s hard to deal with women. Gay men are more articulate, understanding and fabulous. I’m finished with basic bitches.
I want to trust so badly and I try so hard (I promise) but it’s really difficult! I just want to drink wine, talk about men and completely pass up judgement 100%.
There have been time–more than I’m proud of–where I’ve given everything of myself to a friend who I thought was worth the time, only to be let down in the most exquisitely sad ways. I’m finished with it. I’d rather be surrounded by people who know what they want and are willing to fight for it.
I want to perfect my imperfections. I want to be a writer who speaks to people in ways no one has ever had the opportunity to speak to them. I want to be brave. I want to be surrounded by brave people. The people I know I deserve in my life.
Don’t get me wrong, there are good ones out there. I have been lucky enough to meet a rare few but really,
Forget basic bitches. I can’t think of a anything less worth it.
Yes, you’ll meet a few spectacular women who make you rethink this philosophy but look around, listen to conversations. I’ve had enough with giving my heart to friends who have zero qualms about screwing me over to get ahead.
I want, so very badly, to help everyone I know–everyone I know has potential. Give them every email, every contact, every single advantage, because I want them to be successful because–once we all are, we will run the world.
Be selective. Care only for the best and know what you’re worth.
As Aunt Alicia says, “Wait for the first class jewels, Gigi, hold on to your ideals.”