. . . when you find out the boy you dated for a year and a half, and were very much in love with, and with whom after an amiable break-up you have stayed close friends based on the theory that he was just a little immature and needed to grow up (and even though he was horribly emotionally abusive to you, you made such-like excuses for him) and it just didn't work out because of timing, when in fact he was lying and cheating all along and was actually not just kinda a doof but a REALLY TERRIBLE PERSON?
You listen to The Gossip really fucking loud and sing your heart out and dance around in your bra, that's what.
I've racked my brains and racked my brains and I can't really think of anything worse than being an evil, lying, ineffective doofus.
ReplyDeleteBecause you don't get the benefit of being evil and cool because of the doofus and ineffective part...
And you miss out on the endearing doofus situation.
If I think of anything optimal about that situation, I'll let you know.