It Goes Like This

“Moreover, he felt that when it came down to it, what he really wanted to say was exceedingly simple and didn’t require a great many words. Everything there was to say had been said without saying a thing, and once it was put into words, it all fell apart so easily.”

“What if I enjoy the drink, what happens then? I’ll tell you what happens then. We go play beer pong with your 2 room mates till we end up at back at yours in Murry hill. Then, I have to listen to your room mate have sex with Hillary or Emily or whatever the girls name is until we fall asleep. Then, a year later we’re still playing beer pong in the same bars with your friends except now you feel pressured to get married and have kids cause you think that’s what I want. Then, in the summers drive up to the Hamptons to meet your parents, wondering the whole ride if they’re going to think I’m pretty enough. Smart. Wondering the whole ride if they’re going to think I’m smart enough because no one is. Then, we have to drink shitty chardonnay, at a shitty garden party. Have shitty conversations, about shitty people with your shitty mother, who let’s face it, doesn’t think I’m smart enough. Pretty. Let’s face it, doesn’t think I’m pretty enough, because no one is. No one ever will be.”