i got whistled at the other day, and shit like that never happens to me.
i've been strangely confident the last few days, and i think it's because of the catcalls i got from some drunken ladies the other night... this feeling is strange and unusual, seducing me and making me sick. i'm diving headfirst now, remembering my secret powers. who knew that the ultimate weapon against the opposite sex lay inherrent in a pair of old man sport-a-bouts that i picked up at a thrift store? those pants, black with white stitching on the back pockets, partnered up with a cowboy shirt embroidered with silver roses work in tandem like the fabled khyber crystal, amplifying my aptitude in the Force, pointing all eyes towards me.
i've always been a wallflower, shying away, not making eye contact on purpose, trying to be as invisible as possible, showing no secrets, telling no lies, an autonomous pokerface. i still loathe social situations when i am not around time-tested friends... i have a hard enough time going to the fuckin' grocery store and remembering to breathe at the same time. all these years i've been avoiding the spotlight, and all that time spent in the dark is begining to pay off.
no longer am i stuck stammering, wodering what i'll do when i get caught with my guard down. i'm not one hundred percent yet, but i am working on it... i was always self-concious about my looks, the way i acted. i never thought i would come into the light on my own, i always thought something would happen that would change the way i felt about things... i guess i've gotten to the age where the girls i date are looking at the contents of the packaging, reading the nutrition facts instead of buying in on the merits of eye-catching graphics alone.
i'm learning everyday that my preconceived notions on the world at large can be quickly slayed by burning holes through them with my eyes, straight through my enemies and into their hearts, claiming their brains as my own.
happy halloween.
-bobby
i've been strangely confident the last few days, and i think it's because of the catcalls i got from some drunken ladies the other night... this feeling is strange and unusual, seducing me and making me sick. i'm diving headfirst now, remembering my secret powers. who knew that the ultimate weapon against the opposite sex lay inherrent in a pair of old man sport-a-bouts that i picked up at a thrift store? those pants, black with white stitching on the back pockets, partnered up with a cowboy shirt embroidered with silver roses work in tandem like the fabled khyber crystal, amplifying my aptitude in the Force, pointing all eyes towards me.
i've always been a wallflower, shying away, not making eye contact on purpose, trying to be as invisible as possible, showing no secrets, telling no lies, an autonomous pokerface. i still loathe social situations when i am not around time-tested friends... i have a hard enough time going to the fuckin' grocery store and remembering to breathe at the same time. all these years i've been avoiding the spotlight, and all that time spent in the dark is begining to pay off.
no longer am i stuck stammering, wodering what i'll do when i get caught with my guard down. i'm not one hundred percent yet, but i am working on it... i was always self-concious about my looks, the way i acted. i never thought i would come into the light on my own, i always thought something would happen that would change the way i felt about things... i guess i've gotten to the age where the girls i date are looking at the contents of the packaging, reading the nutrition facts instead of buying in on the merits of eye-catching graphics alone.
i'm learning everyday that my preconceived notions on the world at large can be quickly slayed by burning holes through them with my eyes, straight through my enemies and into their hearts, claiming their brains as my own.
happy halloween.
-bobby