It seems I’ve cut way down on the amount of alcohol I used to imbibe almost without realizing it. I don’t party at friends’ places as much as I used to, not as part of a conscious effort, but rather a kind of natural progression toward simply getting more stuff done. But also, I’ll admit I’m not the most tolerant guy on the face of the planet. I get turned off to the average bloke pretty easily and I don’t give people a lot of wiggle room or slack. I suppose it’s mostly shit or get off the pot with me.
And that probably won’t change, so there it is: not the easiest guy on the planet to get along with. Definitely not a people person, and you can trust that I’m not just saying that. I operate far better solo, without question. I think it’s a kind of one vs. all kind of a situation. Not the greatest odds, but resistance and adversity have always been great motivators in my life. I think even when I’m 80 (if I even get that far), there’s still going to be an admirable amount of fight left in me.
Despite this, there is a desire to connect with at least one important person in my life. But if it’s to be a relationship situation, I worry that I might be too critical to be open to compatibility. Though perhaps I’m just rusty from extricating myself from the dating pool for so long. Once I get back into it and perhaps find it appropriate to break the bonds of my self-imposed celibacy, I’ll embark on some intriguing interpersonal adventures.
Either that or I die alone, but then again, don’t we all?
“Starting when I was 12, we moved each one of my grandparents into a nursing facility. My parents went the same way. Make no mistake, we all die alone. Now those cult members in San Diego, with the sneakers and the Kool-Aid, they didn't die alone. I'm just saying there are options.” – Ryan Bingham, as played by George Clooney, in “Up In The Air”
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