Is Being Terrible So Bad?
So I’m sitting with the bf, we’re watching the news. The reporters relay a story about a college student who drove off a cliff, seriously injuring himself after texting, ‘I should stop texting while I’m driving or I could die’. This is the point when many people would gasp at the horror and irony. Yeah, not me. Before I can stop myself, I giggle. Then I giggle some more. Pretty soon, tears are rolling down my cheeks and I’m holding my sides.
“I’m a horrible person,” I gasp between my finally dying chuckles.
“Yes, you are, Sweetie, and that’s why I love you.”
“Why would he even text that? Why wouldn’t he just think it and then stop fucking texting?”
One last hiccup and I manage to stop laughing entirely. Then the reporter says, “[blah blah blah] …as obvious as the terrible scars on his face and neck.” and I almost fall off the sofa, I’m laughing so hard.
“Who writes this shit?” I cry.
“Someone who should spend more time texting and driving.”
“Now you’re the horrible person,” I sober up.
“It takes one to love one,” responds the smart ass boyfriend.