When you just go ahead and assume a bunch of shit without even checking, without asking anyone at any point if any of your assumptions have any fucking basis in reality.
I don’t need you to tell me what I was thinking when I said something, and I certainly don’t need you to tell me how I feel about you, or anything else, thanks. The only way you’ll find that out is to ask me directly, not to make little fucking anonymous-passive-aggressive bullshit “private” posts on your Facebook that, in fact, everyone can see either because you’re too stupid to understand the privacy settings or you’re just a horrible bitch.
Unless you follow that up with an in-depth explanation of what the fuck he’s been saying about me, you’re a horrible, passive-aggressive bitch.
This is how I know you’re not going to change. This is how I know you will never give up that bad habit, or that stupid thing you do that endangers everyone around you. It’s how I know you’re putting no effort whatsoever into fixing yourself and drifting back into the same autopilot that caused the problem in the first place. It’s a shorthand way of shutting down your thought processes when your personality refuses to engage with unpleasant realities.
“Yeah, I know.”
You live in California, where it’s warm all the time. But if the temperature drops by a few degrees, you’re running for blankets or woolen things to cover your bits.
At the very least, you could shut up about how much you’d love to live in New York. You’ve never seen it, but every year around Christmas time they get this thing there called snow that you would hate.
