If you need to not get distracted, then don't get distracted. That or admit there are things you want to write more than what you think you want to write.
In Req's Love Life Monthly, something weird/funny/sad happened just now, like an hour ago. I borrowed a book from this chick a few months back, read it, forgot to get it back to her despite saying I would over and over until she finally texted me about just coming to get it herself, or so I thought that's what she was going to do. We live in the same apartment complex, but I've only ever hung out with her at her place, so she doesn't know my apartment or building. She asked me for the apartment number and I just said Oh shit right, your book. I'll just bring it to you now while I'm free so I don't fucking forget again.
I walk over to this chick's apartment, knock on the door, wait for her to answer it, but it's not her. It's some dude with no pants on. The apartment is really fucking hot compared to how it normally is, I can feel it from the doorway and some dude with no pants on answers...
So, there's a variety of ways I can react to this shit show. I won't lie, I was romantically interested in this chick a few months back, before the whole book thing. That didn't really go anywhere, so I was cool just being friends, hanging out, borrowing books, shit like that. But seeing this dude answer the door, I had some justification for wanting to get pissed, causing a scene, doing whatever the fuck came to me, but me being me, I just didn't. Me and this chick were never dating, never even fooled around, so I have literally nothing to get angry about, so I just hand the book to the dude, tell him, yeah, that's all there is, later. There legitimately was no reason for me to get angry or cause drama for myself, so why would I choose to?
So I consider being a passive aggressive little fuck through a text, something snarky about the dude, I don't even know. I'm not vindictive, so I don't know what I might have said if I chose to. Instead I just say there you go, got your book back, I could have come later though if you were busy (with an added lmao as is customary in text when you're trying to prove that something was weird as fuck, but you're still rolling with it).
She tells me, as if I'm going to buy it hook, line, and sinker, that the dude was fully clothed before I got there, that he took off his pants because he thought I was going to be a douche, and that he was sorry for doing it because I was actually a nice guy about the whole situation. Like, come the fuck on, really? The chances of that actually being the case are pretty much zero. This girl knows I was interested in her and she had a dude over without any pants on. She could have gotten the book herself or stopped him from taking his pants off if that's all it was. We're in college. We're grown. Fuck off with that shit when we all know the obvious truth, lol.
So she tells me he apologizes and I just tell her hey, whatever the case may be, I'm not angry about it.
I may not be petty or vindictive most of the time, but I know this chick reads into everything she sees, that's her personality. She knows what I mean by "whatever the case may be" and that we both know she was just fooling around with some dude or, in the least, told him to take his pants off and answer the door for her. I sincerely wouldn't put something like that past her since she asked for her book back while she had a dude over who for whatever reason had his pants off when he saw me. We all got eyes and this shit looks like shit, plain and simple, lmao.
So anyways, I'm now sitting home alone on a Saturday with YouTube open on my xbox while I write this whole thing up over the course of twenty minutes. But I sure showed her, huh?
