the thing is, it just doesn't make sense. like not at all. he says he broke up with me because he wants to have more heterogenous experiences, while i prefer a more homogenous existence. basically, because i don't want to try new things. which is actually bullshit. plus, he never really tried new things. he had just as much of a fucking routine as i did. and i'm pretty sure he's had this routine for long before i met him. but somehow, he has this image of himself as being this adventurous, try new things kinda guy, while i'm a stick-in-the-mud homebody. so yes, i like to watch tv. and i order the exact same thing every time i go to a particular restaurant. but fucking a. many many people in the world enjoy tv. and my food thing is because when i find something i really like, i'm loyal. this is why i've worn the same brand of sneakers for eight years. and it's part of the reason why i don't cheat on boyfriends. it's called a quirk. and i'm generally interested in trying new foods, as long as i know what they are. at the polish place, i'm too confused by the menu to try brand new things. so there. and i would have loved to go to that concert with you, but i didn't want to say so because i was afraid you didn't want me there. and that day that i got upset was just a freaking bad day. so fuck you. i'm fucking adventurous you judgemental freak.