The Best of Dear Coquette

Give me some reassurance that my life isn’t pointless.
No. Go get it yourself.

Nah, there isn’t more to life than this. Stop looking for something that doesn’t exist and go do something you enjoy with the time that you have.

Why do I hate you?
Because something about who you think I am is a threat to your identity.

I’m wrong all the damn time.

Just being intelligible isn’t enough. Style matters. Make all the excuses you want, but whether it’s on paper or on the street, if you come at me all sloppy, I’m not gonna respect you.
I’ve got standards, motherfucker.

I use profanity because I’m profane, you persnickety cunt.

I’d like to be beyond shame. Shame is different than guilt. To be shameless is to not give a fuck what other people think. It requires the moral code and strength of character to know you’re in the right even though others believe you’re in the wrong.

When are the appropriate times to tell a person to fuck off?
During eye contact.

If you feel like someone owes you appreciation for a kindness, then it wasn’t a kindness. It was merely a service rendered in expectation of that appreciation.

your own self-loathing is the root cause of your situation