Bless John Mayer’s little heart, his feelings are hurt, over a song, written by Taylor Swift, that was released two years ago. Seriously? This is the guy who blasted his indiscretions with other women via Twitter, TMZ and celeb interviews. So Mr. Mayer, completely okay for you to diss Jennifer Aniston who happens to dislike the livestreaming of her life via such public outlets? Or how about describing Jessica Simpson and sex to drugs?
The best part I have read though has to be your dislike of Taylor’s songwriting. Apparently, you can write songs about your life experiences but Taylor Swift cheapens the craft of songwriting doing the same thing. Maybe I just don’t have the skills to understand your line of thought.
Here’s the thing, us creative people happen to be inspired by what goes on in our lives. I have post after post on this very blog discussing the perils of dating, the silly people I come across daily as well as my thoughts on current events. This is life, I don’t write fairy tales but I also have the luxury of providing aliases for the majority of them. Sure, some of my close friends know who is who but I don’t broadcast it. And quite frankly, if someone were to turn the tables on me I wouldn’t be pissed.
So bless your pee pickin heart, let me dig up some of that southeast TN girl and provide you with my opinion. . .after dating my fair share of assholes, I can pick them out really well. Dear sir, you are an asshole. A self centered, takes yourself way to seriously variety, I dated this variety before and let’s just say, it aint’ all about you sweetie.
And after dating this kind of guy, for let’s face it, the majority of my adult life, I can proudly say, I would rather sit at home, watching paint dry. It is guys like you that make women like me see that being single and alone can’t be all that bad. I could be stuck with some version of you and spend all of my time listening to all of your problems while mine are deemed unimportant. And really, I would love to have a conversation with the opposite sex that was actually 50/50, give and take. I hope you understand, because right now, I just don’t give a hoot about your wittle feelings being hurt.