他其实没那么喜欢你

摘一些台词：

Do you know why that little boy did things and said those things? It’s because he likes you.

And there it is. That’s the beginning of our problem.

That little boy is doing those terrible things because he’s got a crush on you.

Do you know what this means? We’re all encouraged. No, programmed to believe that if a guy acts like a total jerk, that means he likes you.

Let me tell you something. People who get married are not to be trusted. Because if you are so legitimately happy, honestly, you wouldn’t feel the need to make a big show out of it. You don’t have to broadcast it. They do it because they’re insecure and they think getting married’s what they’re supposed to be doing. So they’re lying to themselves and to other people.

No, you’re not the exception, you’re the rule. And the rule is this: If a guy doesn’t call you, he doesn’t wanna call you. If a guy is treating you like he doesn’t give a shit, he genuinely doesn’t give a shit. No exceptions.

Why do women do this build up this stuff in their minds? Take each little thing a guy does, and then twist it into something else. It’s insane.

I’d rather be like that than be like you. I may dissect each little thing and put myself out there too much, but at least that means I still care. Oh, you think you’ve won because women are expendable to you? You may not get hurt or make an ass of yourself that way, but you don’t fall in love that way either. You have not won. You’re alone, Alex.

I may do a lot of stupid shit, but I know I’m a lot closer to finding someone than you are.

This is amazing, you can’t focus, right? Jumping every time your phone rings, checking your email 100 times a day, wishing you could write songs. No, feeling the need to bring up her name in random conversations. It’s always the same and it has happened to you, my friend. Welcome to my world, a**hole.

Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up. If a guy punches you, he likes you. Never try to trim your own bangs. And someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending. Every movie we see, every story we’re told implores us is to wait for it. The third act twist: the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. But sometimes we’re so focused on finding our happy ending, we don’t learn how to read the signs: how to tell the ones who want us from the one who don’t, the ones who will stay from the ones who will leave. And maybe this happy ending doesn’t include a wonderful guy, maybe it’s you, on your own. Picking up the pieces and starting over. Freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is just moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this: knowing that through all the inreturned phone calls and broken hearts, through all the blinders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment. You never, ever, gave up hope.