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esskay
Hey hey. I'm Sasha.
Digital storyteller,
Photographic narrator,
Hogwarts alum.
In real life, I write things. I speak fluent sarcasm. I'm unintentionally funny. My favorite thing is food. Guac is life. I'm a fountain of the most random information. I'm pretty, only because it's weird to call oneself beautiful. I'm weird in all the good ways. I live in the greatest city on Earth. I was Sasha before Beyonce was schizophrenic.
My life is stranger than fiction. But please, don't take my word for it.
My pen is mightier than my sword.

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Truth is, I'm not innocent. I'm just an abstinent fireplace that doesn't wanna feel the fire kindled between her legs anymore so don't mind the ashes. They're just evidence of how brightly I can glow and I wanna glow hard like one dim star on an otherwise starless night that shines just to prove its fidelity.

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Thursday, April 25, 2013 || 2:28 AM
"I hate when a man is looking for a wife and be vex when I don't want to be that" -Me
Have I mentioned how much I love the internet? Because while you're procrastinating on websites like Tumblr, you find the most profound shit ever. Case in point:

How the Logic of "Friendzoning" Would Work If Applied in Other Instances:

    *Man walks into a store and finds employee*

    Man: Alright, I've had enough. Why haven't you guys hired me?!


    Employee: Uh...well sir, when did you put in your application?


    Man: I never filled out an application.


    Employee: Well sir, we can't consider you for employment if you've never filled out an application.


    Man: No, that's bullshit, because I've been coming here for years now, and every single time I tell you all how much I love this store and how much I appreciate your customer service, unlike some of your other customers might I add!

    Employee: Well, but that doesn't-

    Man: AND I even told you that I didn't have a job!

    Employee: But sir, that doesn't indicate to us that you would like a job at our store. And again, if you've never filled out an application, we can't consider you. Besides, we're not hiring.

    Man: OH! Not hiring, HA! What a laugh. I see your store go through seasonal workers all the time. They come and go like nothing, but you won't consider me as a part-time employee even though I KNOW you've been looking for workers to fill positions? That's insane!

    Employee: Sir, we've been looking to hire a few people for management positions. Do you have any management experience?

    Man: Well no, but what does that matter?

    Employee: ...Well sir, that's what we're looking for. You won't be suitable for the position without management experience.

    Man: Oh that's such a load of crap. You know, you'll be waiting around a long time for a manager if you don't lower your standards a little. Who cares if someone knows how to manage a store? I LOVE this store and I'm willing to work here, that's all that should matter to you.

    Employee: That...doesn't make any sense.

    Man: NO! I'm done. This is over. From now on, no more Mr. Nice Guy.

    Employee:

    Man:

    Employee:

    Man: Fuck you, slut.

I've always looked at these men who were forever losing. Hopelessly in love with a woman who would never see them as more than a friend. Desperately trying to buy their way into the hearts of these women hoping that the next gift would be the one that would make her see them as a man and not just a pal to talk to. I always looked at them and felt bad because unrequited love sucks. It's the worst kind of love. But thinking about it now, I shouldn't feel bad. My parents always taught me that good things come to those who get up off of their asses and work for it. Why should love be any different? The answer to the unasked question is always no so why should I feel bad for the man who put in all the work without bothering to get on the payroll first? I'm mixing metaphors, I know but basically what I'm trying to say is this: In love and in life, you have to put yourself out there. You can't be mad at someone for not loving you, especially if you never actually open your mouth and tell them how you feel. You have to take the big chances in order to reap the big rewards. And sure, there's a chance of it being a big failure but the biggest risks in life are the only ones worth taking, really. I'd much rather take the L than live with regret. I hate to sound like a cliche but nobody wants to live their entire life wondering "what if?"

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