Anytime a woman you’re involved with starts a conversation off with, “I had a dream about you….”

kingjaffejoffer:

You know its about to be some bullshit

I dreamt we went to Canada with your friends in a van/bus thing, and we stayed at a house where there were three blonde sisters you know. They were very fond of you (very), and on the last day there, one of them really didn’t want us (you) to go. She stood behind you and rested her head on your shoulder, wrapping her arms around you and moaning about how it’s so terrible that you had to go. She lamented about how there had to be a way to have you stay longer. This was all happening in front of me.

“Excuse me? Get your arms and head the fuck off my man. Thank you.”

She then said something salty back to me, and we went back and forth like this for a while as you just stood there in silent astonishment. We then got into a physical brawl, and her sisters got involved. This wasn’t one of those dreams where the dreamer is unnaturally weak and slow, I was lifting and throwing bitches left and right. They backed off for a minute to recuperate, and I said, “Grab your things and let’s go, the van is outside waiting for us.” So we made our way to the van and just as I was about to get inside, this bitch came after me pulling my hair back. I somehow picked her up by the shoulders and tossed her onto the sidewalk, busting up her chin and knees. This bitch was like the fucking Terminator or something so I quickly got in the van and slid the door shut. The engine started and as the van pulled away, we all looked back and saw the other sisters help pick her up. They started running towards the van as we drove away, throwing their shoes and shit at us. Your friends laughed and we all flipped them off from inside, knowing we were out of there finally.

Back inside the van, I explained to everyone what happened while you in your typical vinegary demeanor asserted how inappropriate my behavior was and that I always try to make it about me. Your friend Emiliano reluctantly reminded you that you could have stopped the fight if you had really wanted to, and agreed that this bitch ‘s behavior was the initial inappropriate thing that happened. The more I thought about it, and the more I digested how unhelpful and bitter you were being about the whole incident, and how unresponsive and cold you were towards me, I just flatly stated, “I deserve better than you.” That then started an entire new shit storm of your rude, defensive, and my-feelings-are-more-entitled-than-yours tirade, where once again, I look like the asshole.

This is bullshit. My brain is so dramatic, theatrical, and self-destructive. But I really needed to put this down somewhere.

(via itsexclusive)