Why do people continue to pursue love interests with me when I obviously don't share the feelings that they do...?
And how don't people get that when I say, in response to "I miss you and want to see you", "That's nice <3" that I don't really share that feeling? Like seriously! Do I just attract all the ugos in Vermont or something? Like, go have fun with someone closer to your stature. I'm a fickle person with standards, sorry. I probably sound like a douchebag, but I'm just someone who knows what I want. I don't settle for something I see as inferior and I work to get what I want. I wanted to attend university, so I worked to get there. Granted it's easier for me than most people, but in any circumstance, I would have strived, no matter the cost or hardship. I don't borrow money from people, because I don't feel comfortable doing that. So, when I want something and can't afford it at that point in time, I don't buy it. I wanted a damn Subaru, so I worked for it. I don't expect things to just to fall in my lap, although a lot has. My parents pay for my gas, insurance and repairs. They're paying for, at least, my first year of college (Vermont in state is soooooo expensive too. We're paying like 28,000 a year, for a public institution). Even still, when I can afford it, I pay for my car, and I plan on sharing the burden of college (to be fair, a lot of their income is derived from descendant's trusts, so it's just as much my money, as it is theirs).
What I'm getting at is that, even though I'm a total douchebag, I have standards and those standards aren't a bad thing. And when I communicate that I'm not interested, I'm not interested. So, Billy, Dylan, and Danny, fuck off. You obviously want something more than friendship from me, so until you reconcile your feelings for me, then leave me alone.
Sincerely, the douchebag with standards,