Rebel woman

Of course you want the girl that owes you $20.

Her hair flows freely, you almost envy the autonomy. The fact that her libertarian lifestyle doesn't seem all-that-bad, attracts the essence of your conscious mind. Words like "fuck the government!" and "the only change we need is anarchy," sound like music to your ears. The conformist girls seem so boring. Their average work hours, collection of Sex and the City seasons, and their modest pop culture collection. You think, "if this were the sea, then the girls I don't like are the ones swimming in schools, I want the exotic coral fish." Of course! The woman who outthinks you! Paints, writes, sings, dances... the occasional pot smoker, the unique cooker. The one who pays her bills, but late. "It's her soul!" You claim. Her dream catchers seem like eye catchers and her homemade jewelry gleams brighter than Kay's. You think about her for days. Then you get her, and realize her mind is just like yours. Which becomes a brain sore. The conflicting artistic minds do not complement each other, they contradict. "Baby, you got twenty dollars?" Of course! "That can buy like a canvas, some paint and brushes right?" "Yeah, I need this for this bag of weed, then I'll need more money to get the paint." Well, isn't that quaint? Your liberal, contradicting, free spirited girl... drains from your spirit. How come you don't feel so free? Literal and liberal seem to fight in this plight for your ideal woman.