I have learned today that towards the end of July I will turn into a Christmas cake. I’m not a cake, I’m a diamond. LOL, not literally, so please don’t plan on eating me. It’s a metaphor that is used in Japan for women pass the age of 25 that are not married. They are referred to as leftovers, thus how people don’t really want eat a Christmas cake after the 25th. Funny, I thought the due date was when you hit 30. Oh well. Sad thing is I tried to pursue a career instead of chasing behind men, and that didn’t work out, so I have neither, not that I have any regrets about never truly having a relationship. I’m a big epic fail.
I just realized that society is like an abusive boyfriend. Think about it. They treat you like shit, make you feel worthless, then when you want to leave, they’re all like no no we’re pro-life. You know how you’re abusive boyfriend don’t want you to leave the relationship, even though you know it’s bad for you. Get it? Get it?
Anyway, if I did literally turn into a Christmas cake? What would you guys do to me?
P.S. This song makes me feel good.