Kick Drum Heart

Boys are dumb.

I know I really have been entertained by them lately: I don’t know why, but being nice to them makes them more sociable. It’s cool, I can be friendly and they talk to me. Why didn’t someone tell me this years ago?

But I digress, because the whole point is that boys are dumb. I waste my time thinking about them and looking at them and making myself seem like a huge idiot, and all for what? A smile? A new inside joke? A teasing shove, a hug?

I’m dumb, too, evidently.

Boys really have no chance with me, I guess. I’m too cold. Too unresponsive. I’m either too tired to try to speak their language and subsequently do that wrong, or I’m too giddy and then when I am too tired they don’t get why I’m being so retarded.

Ugh. And quite honestly, I don’t have time for the romantic, happy shit that seems to happen whenever people get together. It seems too much like work for me to want to really develop a relationship of the cutesy couple-y nature.

And on another note, to any boys who might care, don’t flirt with me one day and then hang around with one of my good friends the next. Especially when I know you’re leading her on. I don’t like it and it makes me think you’re a dumb ass.

P.S. Boys are dumb.