Sunday, May 22, 2005
Sour Grapes.
You've always heard the classic story. The poor boy who can't get the object of his desires deems the it to be scum of the earth.
So what?
I'm that boy, and i don't think there's actually anything particularly crummy about it. What's so bad about so-called sour grapes? In a way it helps you to alleviate the situation at hand and makes everything seem less shitty. In your mind, at least. I guess doing so will help diminish your hankering after something futile and set your sights on something more realistic; something more down to earth.
Only hypocrites will dare to declare that they have never practiced sour grapes, and you know it.
Like that handphone? It costs two trillion bucks? Whoops, it's crap.
That hot girl is ignoring your pick-up lines? Whoops, she's a fat whore slut bitch who has a loose cunt whose labia has been torn off by a dog that ravaged her viciously in the silent of the night. If you're lucky, she might even have a penis.
Summary : If I can't have it, it sucks.
0 people know what's good for them.
