Being a third wheel sucks. But, it’s still bearable as long as the two people you are with don’t make you feel like you are the third wheel.
I should be studying for my exam. I really should.
So, instead of doing the right thing, I’ll make a post after nearly a year of silence.
I’ve been silent partially because of the shit load of work I need to do in uni, and partially because I hate the new blog template and the old one is obsolete so I can’t find it anymore.
Sorry, I was going to tell you that thing that couples do, that pisses me off. And this isn’t one of those “I saw one couple do this once upon a time so I will rant about it” – I constantly find various couples doing this.
Two options remain. Either I rant about it, and link them to this post. Or I start staying at home, like a hermit crab.
Keep in mind, the timer is purely cosmetic. There was no actual timer built into the couch.
So yeah. They merged into one dual-headed entity. Now, I don’t mind if you start sucking each other’s faces off. I’ll just leave, light up a cigarette and catch the next bus home. What really gets me is the conversation that follows.
Not only do they repeat each other’s sentences, which is like talking to a cave that echoes everything back. They act as if they’re an age old married couple that is there to offer sage advice. That, or I am sitting across them being cross-examined because I asked for their daughter’s hand in marriage.
If any third wheel is reading this, please share this link with that couple. You can thank me later.
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