schrutebucks:

cloudswithlove:

Because all of you totally get to control comedy and say what’s off limits because of what offends you. People like you would make comedy dead.

Please unfollow me. I have no time for dickheads like you who get mad over some strangers on the internet stating their opinion on one unfunny joke.

irony

schrutebucks:

nedramcbeadra:

allixsenos:

nedramcbeadra:

schrutebucks:

I didn’t watch the Roast of Charlie Sheen because fuck Carlos Estevez so I just now heard about this “joke” Amy Schumer made. I’m always down for inappropriate humor and I know this was a roast and all, but really? It went from good-natured joking to serious personal shit in .5 seconds.

Wow. What. A piece. Of shit.

My heart sank at the face Steve-O made. What a horrible person.

it’s a ROAST, nothing is off limits. for reference, check http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k3_aK6TqIK4 at 1:40

roasts <3

Except it was a roast of Charlie Sheen, not a roast of Steve-O. Furthermore, not an avenue to make a joke about the super recent death of one of someone’s closest longtime friends TO THEIR FACE, plus make an “it should’ve been you” joke to a recovering addict who probably struggles with those types of thoughts on a regular basis. There’s a difference in edgy humor and taking the piss out of someone for laughs, but this was a completely different situation.

Sorry, I can’t get behind this one.

I’m glad you typed out a legit response because I was too busy going back and forth between wtf-ing and laughing over their little “roasts <3” thing, like we don’t enjoy roasts or know what they are just because we hate one thing some dumb lady said about someone who wasn’t even being roasted.

Whatever. The best roast will always be Norm MacDonald’s for Bob Saget.

Because all of you totally get to control comedy and say what’s off limits because of what offends you. People like you would make comedy dead.

I found someone new. She’s really amazing. I’d hate to do it, but I feel like this is only here because of one person. So…

I might delete this tumblr. But I don’t know.

Wise words…

Today I met up with my ex girlfriend, the one I’ve been talking about on here for the past year or so.

It didn’t go so well.

For the record, I was extremely hurt when she broke up with me, I haven’t seen her in two and a half years, and we didn’t talk much after the breakup either. The occasional messages were sent but I always told her I wasn’t ready.

Today I felt ready.

We had exchanged emails for the past month or so, talking about what’s been going on with her life, mine, etc. Honestly I felt fine. I had asked her brother for her email, but I decided to wait until my exams were over to email her. A week later I get an email, from her, (who I haven’t talked to in over a year) that said “Why did you want my email”. I guess her brother told her I asked, and what happened was she got very impatient, because she was excited. Yes, she was excited. She’s always been excited to have the chance to meet me. She’s said it over and over, and I can tell in the messages. She seemed SO happy that I decided to meet up with her. I figured I was pretty over her, and I figured it would really make her happy when we met.

Today I went to her house. Nervous the entire way. I thought to myself “you idiot, what are you doing”, “turn around”, etc. I felt so nervous the entire time. I went to her house, knocked on her door, and there she was. I said “hey”, to which she said “hey, hold on I’ll grab my sandals”.

Now this might seem odd, and it is. We had decided to meet up at her place to go for a walk in the parks and stuff. But, I was still amazed. She hasn’t seen me face to face in two and a half years, and that’s the greeting I get. No hug, how are you, nothing.

So we walk around and talk for hours. It was great, I actually enjoyed it. Now, she does have a boyfriend. I know nothing of him other than his name is “Kevin”. I posted on here before when I added her on facebook (to once again, make her happy), which is where I saw she was in a relationship with him. I didn’t handle that well.

But we discussed a lot of good things. Our future, stuff we’ve been doing, etc. She would occasionally mention “Kevin”, but also say “him”. I think she knew, that I knew, that she was dating a guy named Kevin. So it was fine.

Everything was going great until while we were walking, two of her friends (one male one female), were around. We went over to them, and she hugged them both. Friends she’s seen already last week. I don’t need to say more.

She never asked me a single question about whether or not I had a girlfriend. That’s fine too, but odd. I don’t expect her too. I’m not asking her a bunch of questions about her boyfriend either.

We go back to her place, and we talk there for a little while longer. Kevin was mentioned a few more times. A while later, she says “Hey my ride is here, sorry to end it so abruptly, do you have a ride home?”. I did, so it was fine. Her parents came in and said “Where are you going?”, she replied “Dinner with Kevin”.

Now I know he’s outside, waiting for her. I get my shoes on, she goes outside to tell him (he’s in his car) that she will be a few more minutes. I get my wallet, and I’m ready to leave. I tell her “It was really nice seeing you again”, and she said “you too”. That was it.

As I was walking away, there was Kevin in his AUDI. I walked by it, I couldn’t have the heart to look through the window. I couldn’t see the guy who was dating the girl who I loved (I’ve never seen my father before, because he left my mother when she was born. I’ve had the opportunity to see a picture, I’ve refused every time). I couldn’t do it. I put my head down and walked by.

I feel like the worst, most awful, pile of shit.

I didn’t feel like she missed me at all. From the greeting to the end, it felt like I was her brother or something. That it was no big deal that I was there. I’m not expecting me to be a big deal, but I just think that maybe, just maybe, if you haven’t seen an ex boyfriend in two and a half years, who you dated for almost two years, who you are very excited to see, you would hug them, or show them some kind of affection.

I only wanted her to be single for ease of mind. To know that she’s got some hot-something boyfriend driving her everywhere, just really upsets me.

Maybe she didn’t show me any form of affection because she knew I was fragile. Maybe she knew how I was probably feeling, I don’t know. But, to be honest, I really doubt that.

None of this is her fault. I don’t think she did anything wrong per-se, I wasn’t ready. I thought I was ready, and I absolutely wasn’t. Seeing her wasn’t the issue, I could talk to her all day and not feel a thing. It was hearing her boyfriends name, seeing his car. I couldn’t handle it.

I don’t regret going, because had I of not gone, I would of never known how I really feel, and how she feels. The general vibe from us hanging out was “You know what, I could never talk to her again, and she probably wouldn’t care”. What she’s told me through Facebook from a year ago, and from email recently, just doesn’t match up to the way she was around me. It’s like saying you’re super excited to go to Europe, and being apathetic about it during the whole trip.

Please, don’t ever see an ex when you still have feelings. I was 99% over her, but that wasn’t enough. I want to regret meeting her, but I can’t. I want to be angry at her, but it would be wrong. It’s not her fault, it’s mine. I can’t accept she’s with someone new. I’m the problem.

The ride home was just awful. Constantly thinking about the things she said, just feeling so awful. I’ve never felt so bad in my life. I can’t believe I did this to myself. I should of listened to everyone who told me not to do it. But, on the ride home I saw something. I saw something that made me realize I’m going to be absolutely, positively, fine.

I saw some big, white, fluffy, beautiful clouds.

Sure I feel awful right now. Sure I’ll feel pretty bad tomorrow too, but I know that I’ll move on. As hard as it is to find someone, I’m sure I will. I’m sure there’s a girl out there that’s really for me. I’m sure of this.

Please feel free to message me and write what you think. I’m always curious about what others think of a situation. It might help me too. I would appreciate it :)

Until then I can only stay positive and focus on the future. It’s a shame the girl I loved so much, isn’t in my life anymore. I will not be friends until I find someone who I’m 100%, happy, and in love with. If that takes a year, two years, five years, then that’s fine. This might be my last post about her too. I know I made this tumblr to outlet my feelings when our breakup was rough, and it’s weird knowing I made this because of her, but I don’t think of it like that anymore. This tumblr isn’t about her anymore. It’s about clouds, and all of you amazing people who have followed me and helped me through the roughest part of my life so far.

In the end I’ll know I’ll be happy.