-cackles evilly while pulling into a first floor parking spot in the middle of the day on campus-
What I Imagine My Dog Calls Animals
Dogs = Dogs
Horses = Tall Dogs
Giraffes = Very Tall Dogs
Squirrels = Short Dogs
Cats = Cats
Raccoons = Fluffy Cats with Masks
Possums = Night Cats
Snakes = Catssssssssss
Hey you guys I’ll be making a youtube video discussing the “friendzone” and I’d like to include your opinions on the definition of it and your personal experiences. So if you’d like to put your two cents in just reply to this or reblog with what you have to say. Also if you wish to stay anonymous feel free to message me!
All opinions are welcome but don’t be ignorant please.
My freshman year of high school, this guy Blake asked me to go to homecoming with him. I wasn’t interested in him romantically (and I told him so) but I told him we could go as friends if he wanted, and he said yes.
When I got there he presented me with a corsage and wouldn’t let me dance with anyone else. After homecoming he tried to ask me out and I turned him down, again telling him I was not interested in him romantically.
A few months later, he found out that I had hooked up with another guy since turning him down. He cornered me and threatened to tell my parents about it, and I told him I didn’t know what he was talking about (I truly didn’t, he was being incredibly vague in an attempt to get me to admit something out of a guilt that I didn’t have). When he realized I wasn’t going to give him the submissive reaction he wanted, he let me go and walked back to our group of friends like nothing had just happened.
After that, he literally told every single person that he knew as well as some people that I didn’t know that I was a stupid slut and told a story that I can only guess was based on what he imagined happened between me and this other person. Thankfully, the close friends that I had at the time didn’t abandon me, though many of my mutual acquaintances did. He also told this story to our drama teacher, who then became really hostile towards me and reluctantly cast me in the next school play—as a ditzy, promiscuous 2-dimensional character. Eventually, he switched schools and people moved on to different rumors and I left high school relatively unscathed.
I am eternally grateful that I didn’t end up dead because of this guy’s obsessive entitlement. When I hear my male friends make jokes about getting friendzoned, there is a part of me that makes a note to never, ever let my guard down around that person. It’s not me being paranoid. This shit happens, and it happens way too often.