What makes it worse is getting used to it, is never said for a good term. I'm getting used to being bought flowers. No. That's never said. I'm getting used to being pushed to one side and hurt. That people throw around. People stopped arguing and starting bitching they no longer resolved things they "couldn't be bothered" so they waited for it to build up and then everything explodes.
This has all developed in 1 generation because my parents had they gotten into a fight they would throw a few punches and yell. But now we throw a "come at me bro" someone backs down and then months later a fued is still brewing. Has someone said they are getting used to being hurt. No one would take that. The lads would take you some where to find a new bird and the girls. Would go on the prowl. And by that is don't mean dressing in dresses so short they might as well be tank tops.
Everything used to be done with more class. Everything was explained. No miss communications. Other than at the door you either kissed her good night or her dad would ruin it. That's what I need class. Maybe then will I stop being used to it and I will be bothered again.
(C) jade petchey
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