Good news! My sunburn is going away. The sun is the source of all the world's evils (except the evils perpetuated by cats, which are quite numerous).
On a slightly more serious note, I've been wrestling off and on with my whole being single situation. I spent so many years wasting energy falling for and pursuing girls that ended up no where except my own self-made misery. I've learned lessons, however slowly. I'm wiser now, more mature, less naive and optimistic. But I admit that in place of my own naive optimism has blossomed a cynicism that I'm not terribly fond of either.
Usually I'm cool with the fact that I'm single, or I think I am; which is probably what I've been wrestling with. I'm not entirely sure if it's that I'm casually okay with it, or whether I'm weirdly cynically entrenched in it, or possibly it's just that it's all I've known so I've come to begrudgingly accept it because it's just how it is.
I used to be cool with getting advice from people, but at some point that advice started to sound a lot like charity, and I hated feeling like a charity case for my friends to dump their cliches on. After a while it all just sort of sounds like the things people say when your dog dies. Frankly, it's a bundle of complexity that even I have difficulty trying to unwind. On the one hand I'm the guy that everybody I know comes to for relationship advice, on the other hand I can't seem to get the yawn-arm-stretch-reach move at the movie theater down right (as a side note, I actually did try that once, but she sneezed just as I did it, so then I pretended to be stretching and popping my back...yeah, I know, suave).
I've started to draw parallels between dating and working, once I have a job, I know my shit, I bust my hump and get the job done, but actually getting the job at times seems damn near impossible. The difference being that I've been employed before (and I gotta tell you, once being interviewed I can charm my potential employer like there's no tomorrow...because, you know, I'm completely awesome).
So in summary, I don't know whether it's that I don't care anymore, or that it's just become entirely too exhausting to bother with it. I'll say one thing, for you people who actually have dated, gone through the relationship process, gone through a break up and then go and do it all over again, I'm impressed. You've jogged marathons, I'm getting short winded trying to cross the damn starting line.
There's a good chance that there were people who read this and learned something new about me. For you special people, you're welcome.
This blog post has been brought to you by the number 5 and the letter F (and possibly my allergy medicine which is making me feel dopey and drowsy).
On a slightly more serious note, I've been wrestling off and on with my whole being single situation. I spent so many years wasting energy falling for and pursuing girls that ended up no where except my own self-made misery. I've learned lessons, however slowly. I'm wiser now, more mature, less naive and optimistic. But I admit that in place of my own naive optimism has blossomed a cynicism that I'm not terribly fond of either.
Usually I'm cool with the fact that I'm single, or I think I am; which is probably what I've been wrestling with. I'm not entirely sure if it's that I'm casually okay with it, or whether I'm weirdly cynically entrenched in it, or possibly it's just that it's all I've known so I've come to begrudgingly accept it because it's just how it is.
I used to be cool with getting advice from people, but at some point that advice started to sound a lot like charity, and I hated feeling like a charity case for my friends to dump their cliches on. After a while it all just sort of sounds like the things people say when your dog dies. Frankly, it's a bundle of complexity that even I have difficulty trying to unwind. On the one hand I'm the guy that everybody I know comes to for relationship advice, on the other hand I can't seem to get the yawn-arm-stretch-reach move at the movie theater down right (as a side note, I actually did try that once, but she sneezed just as I did it, so then I pretended to be stretching and popping my back...yeah, I know, suave).
I've started to draw parallels between dating and working, once I have a job, I know my shit, I bust my hump and get the job done, but actually getting the job at times seems damn near impossible. The difference being that I've been employed before (and I gotta tell you, once being interviewed I can charm my potential employer like there's no tomorrow...because, you know, I'm completely awesome).
So in summary, I don't know whether it's that I don't care anymore, or that it's just become entirely too exhausting to bother with it. I'll say one thing, for you people who actually have dated, gone through the relationship process, gone through a break up and then go and do it all over again, I'm impressed. You've jogged marathons, I'm getting short winded trying to cross the damn starting line.
There's a good chance that there were people who read this and learned something new about me. For you special people, you're welcome.
This blog post has been brought to you by the number 5 and the letter F (and possibly my allergy medicine which is making me feel dopey and drowsy).
elizadoolittle:
chilllll wintson! 
crimsonpetals:
The sun hates me. We should blot it out haha