ARA disease

Hey you, remember me.? I'm that girl that made you feel bad one time. That girl that wasn't the least bit attracted to you because you were, well..hmm..how to say this(?) well, because you were nice. And also because there was nothing about you that screamed "I'm a rebel and I'm going to be a challenge, and I'm going to buck society and, most importantly, I'm going to be extremely unavailable and eventually break your heart and then I'm going to stomp on it and walk away like I never even knew you."

Don't be offended.. it wasn't your fault - it was all me. I was sick, really, ...I suffered for a very long time from something called ARA disease. The technical term is Affinity for Rebellious Assholes disease. It's so widespread these days, I'm quite sure everyone's heard of it. For what it's worth I did finally recover. But back then, my disease was in it's early stages and you didn't have a chance in hell of turning my head. That time you tried to kiss me, my insides recoiled and I just wanted to get the heck out of there and erase it from my memory. I spent months trying to pretend like I didn't know you had feelings for me. This must have been painful for you and I am truly sorry. If it makes you feel any better, love karma is a real bitch and my disease caused me much, much more pain than it ever did you. Aside from the nice personality and the sweet intentions, you also had another disadvantage working against you: your appearance. You had the misfortune (in this situation) of fitting in with society. You were disappointingly normal. I'm sorry, my old friend, but this

Was my cup of tea.. it's true... Back then even my friends thought it was crazy..they thought they looked dirty and seedy and dangerous. But, apparently this disease had such a hold over me that dirty and seedy and dangerous (or this):

was super, super hot. And this: :


was super, super not..





What can I say? It wasn't me, ...it was the disease.