the third tier of being young

"No one wants to date in the fall" I told her. "Hell, people don't even know what they're getting themselves into during the summer. It's when it ends that you consider whether or not it's going to go anywhere after that." She wasn't paying attention to me by then, probably zoning me out having heard my rants before. "Why do you do this?" she said, "You act like you've got it all figured out. You're just closing doors and trying to make yourself feel better." "WHAT DO YOU KNOW?!" I yelled. "LOOK," she said "I'm tired of listening to your fucking negative bullshit. Have you noticed that we're at a party? Go talk to a girl, drink more beer, fucking go get laid. If you think that some girl's just going to walk up to you and light your heart on fire well then I feel sorry for you because you're no prize. Not when you're being an asshole like this." I couldn't help but realize the truth in her words. "It's cold out here" I said. She didn't reply. I let out a sigh and told her I was going to get more beer, but once again she wasn't paying attention. I felt bad, noticing that she was now upset. I suddenly felt incredibly guilty for bring any of it up in the first place.