No one reads this anyway, (except you Abs, so ignore this please), so... I just cut off part of my eyebrow trying to trim it. It looks really weird and stupid, but I bet people don't notice because there's hair all around it. I hate hair. I have hair everywhere. And now it's turning gray. I get on my head... but my nose hair? Really? That has to turn gray now?
I will put this out to the universe (and too all on SG apparently) -- my first thought always is "I'm tired of being single" but I'm not even sure if that's the case anymore. Really, I think I want to have lots of sex with multiple women and not get any diseases. And then still be single. So there. I said it. I want to be a man slut. The problem is, I'm not good looking enough (you gotta be really good looking to pull it off) or very smooth (I'm totally not), rich (nope), or have sex with people you're not attracted to (umm not lately). Plus I hate dating and mostly unwilling to put in an effort. So I will instead stay single, appreciate my simplistic life, and hope that whatever this burning in the gut is -- probably some need for companionship -- goes away soon.
The funny thing is, I always thought of myself as the guy who was going to get the girl, learn how to be a couple, grow into marriage, get a bunch of kids, become a great dad, grow old with the same woman in the family, and then die at 93 with kids, grandkids, and my great wife of 60 years by my side. Then I got the girl and she ruined me. Twice.
It could still happen, but, right now, unemployed and bored shitless, I'm not sure if that's even what I want anymore (Thanks Lindsey). Lately, I see myself more as the lone bachelor surf bum, working steadily but unimpressively, showing my (supposed) genius to my friends when I want attention, and then hanging out with my dog and playing all the time. Either that, or sitting on the couch.
Who fucking cares, really? No one does. I don't even care. Because it's a bunch of bullshit that I have no control over anyway. I have no idea what the future will bring. And there's nothing as unpredictable as a relationship. You can manipulate, control, beat, coddle, stalk, and do all the rest, but you can never totally be sure what another person is going to do at any given moment. That's what makes this world so fucked up, And not boring.
So if I'm bored. It's my fault.
"I will survive. It's your fault."
I will put this out to the universe (and too all on SG apparently) -- my first thought always is "I'm tired of being single" but I'm not even sure if that's the case anymore. Really, I think I want to have lots of sex with multiple women and not get any diseases. And then still be single. So there. I said it. I want to be a man slut. The problem is, I'm not good looking enough (you gotta be really good looking to pull it off) or very smooth (I'm totally not), rich (nope), or have sex with people you're not attracted to (umm not lately). Plus I hate dating and mostly unwilling to put in an effort. So I will instead stay single, appreciate my simplistic life, and hope that whatever this burning in the gut is -- probably some need for companionship -- goes away soon.
The funny thing is, I always thought of myself as the guy who was going to get the girl, learn how to be a couple, grow into marriage, get a bunch of kids, become a great dad, grow old with the same woman in the family, and then die at 93 with kids, grandkids, and my great wife of 60 years by my side. Then I got the girl and she ruined me. Twice.
It could still happen, but, right now, unemployed and bored shitless, I'm not sure if that's even what I want anymore (Thanks Lindsey). Lately, I see myself more as the lone bachelor surf bum, working steadily but unimpressively, showing my (supposed) genius to my friends when I want attention, and then hanging out with my dog and playing all the time. Either that, or sitting on the couch.
Who fucking cares, really? No one does. I don't even care. Because it's a bunch of bullshit that I have no control over anyway. I have no idea what the future will bring. And there's nothing as unpredictable as a relationship. You can manipulate, control, beat, coddle, stalk, and do all the rest, but you can never totally be sure what another person is going to do at any given moment. That's what makes this world so fucked up, And not boring.
So if I'm bored. It's my fault.
"I will survive. It's your fault."
Really, I think I want to have lots of sex with multiple women and not get any diseases.
Not such a bad thing to want.