I do honestly believe that there is still some good in humanity. I believe every person has at least one good quality about them. Sometimes you just have to search extra hard to find it. These positive attributes can be something as simple as “they have nice handwriting” or “they have nice hair.” Having pretty attributes isn’t a crime. It’s also not an excuse for stupidity.
I have been noticing lately how some people do not understand what is and is not appropriate to talk about in public. By public, I mean a place where others are forced to listen to your conversation.
I do not want to hear about how many times you have sex in a given week. I especially do not want to hear about every detail of the event. I really don’t want to hear about this at all. I could care less. I am more focused on eating my ice cream or getting back to my dorm.
I do not want to hear about how much you want to have sex with someone. I do not want to hear every detail about what you want to do to this person.
I do not want to hear about your financial problems. I do not want to hear about how Jimmy owes you money or visa versa.
I do not want to hear about your relationship issues. I do not care that your significant other of 3 days slept with your best friend. I do not want to hear about how many people you are dating at this time.
I do not want to hear about your medical problems. I do not care if you have 11 toes and that’s your claim to fame.
I do not want to hear about how macho you think you are. I do not want to hear about how you beat someone up, evaded the cops, or participated in some other activity that would give you street cred. If I do over hear this topic again, I will act flirtatious, get your name and phone number, and turn you into the police.
Now, there are times and places to talk about such things, although I cannot honestly think of one. All I ask is that you stop ruining my meal time or my walk home.
A tip for the guys: bragging about how many girls you’ve done or any topic mentioned above is a major turn off. I don’t care how hot you think you are. I don’t care how hot you wish you were. Stop talking crap. If you think a girl is cute, go up and (*gasp*) talk to her. Hold a conversation. Stop being a pansy and hiding behind your delusions of manliness. Stop making me want to punch you for ruining my perfectly good meal. Start talking about something of relevance that doesn’t make me want to hurl. Who knows, you might get on my good list. I buy those people chocolates and other candy.