Wednesday, November 4, 2009

You’re the H1N1 vaccine, but he’s just a sneeze.

I replied to a Craigslist advert for a production assistant gig, and I got the very honest reply that I was “overqualified”.

Would that not be the perfect thing that a would-not-be potential lover could tell you?

“I’ve reviewed your application, and honestly, I think you’re a bit overqualified to be my girlfriend. You see I lack the ability to commit. I’m addicted to sex, and I couldn’t care less if it’s with my girlfriend, good friend, or stranger (especially when I’m shitfaced). Vulnerability scares me, and I’ll mistake your ability to produce feelings for you just being some psycho bitch.

I see here that you are willing to always be there for me. You’re open to love, and you hope for the best of all situations. You might even get upset if I cheat on you.

Really, right now I’m just looking for a gopher to run some errands. To shine my shoes, and my dick.

I wish you the best of luck in your girlfriend career.”

Yep. It’s like when the CFC says “We were impressed with your application, but you’re the youngest [white, Toronto-residing] person we interviewed. It’s bittersweet rejection.

Except when instead of “overqualified” the person you love more than anything says “I will never love you.”

That medicine is just damn bitter. It’s actually quite disgusting.

Desiree Thrash

I am not a bitter person... I am not a bitter person... I am...

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