Something That I Never Understood: The Story.
on October 4th, 2011 at 5:36 pmHere’s the thing about Chloe Puton breaking up with me that I’ll never understand:
I tried to break up with her numerous times, so that Chloe Puton could be free. Experiencing life, but nope, she begged like a small child whose parents wouldn’t buy her candy at the grocery store for me to stay with her and move to Boston.
So what the fuck is this bullshit? I’m beginning to think it’s some variety of mental disorder, something past extreme selfishness. Obviously, I’m not a doctor and my opinion means nothing, but that’s some fucked up shit.
Who in their right mind decides over a weekend that it’s done?
Why didn’t she break the news a few days before when I bought health insurance?
Why didn’t she break the news a few days before when she sent me naked pictures?
Why didn’t she break the news a few days before when I told her I was going shopping for some new clothes?
Or when I had to expedite my passport and birth certificate?
Why not tell me a few days before, so I could look for apartments in Toronto in SEPTEMBER WHEN APARTMENTS COME ON THE MARKET?
What I don’t understand, at all, is why this little game went on for so long. Why the fuck would you screw with someone for so long? Just pure selfishness? Could it be that simple?
Not even asking me to give up my job, and apartment and stuff… But just the shit that kept on piling up?
What the fuck kind of person answers relevant questions like “what are we going to do about friends coming down” and “does your mom know what I’m paying in rent” with eager excitement and then CITES those very same things when she breaks up.
Well, I certainly suppose that I’ve learned a lesson: Never trust anyone!
Indeed, that’s some fucked up shit, Chloe Puton.
God, it feels good to type this shit on my personal blog. If you’ve arrived here by error, please leave, this is for friends and family.

I used to be a tadpole until I read Kafka. Fucking Kafka.