It’s like a pat in the back, and I HATE pats in the back

If you go to buy a car and you try a few before choosing the one you want for you, and then someone asks you about one of the cars you tried but didn’t choose and you say “well, the color is nice and I like the cup holders… it’s not the car, it’s me”, isn’t that just bullshit for; the car was not good enough for me, so I didn’t choose it.

So when someone says “it’s not you, it’s me” it’s a lie. A contradiction of big proportions.  I mean, it might have something to do with them, but yes dude, it is me.  It’s me you don’t like enough and you don’t like me  FOR A REASON, so it’s me. Stop trying to put more words around it, it’ll just piss me off.

And gosh, I hate to be sad and pissed off at the same time.