nocut

It's true, dear friends.

No matter how much I ignore it, or deny it, or attempt to break free of it -- I am broken. **pause** OK, to satisfy the naysayers amongst you (you know who you are) perhaps I am merely badly sprained.

Beautiful girl meets nocut. Flirts with same for several weeks. Makes intentions known (no time for honest-to-goodness relationship, but casual sex would be fine, thank-you-very-much.) And... I can't do it. I doesn't feel 'right.' My mind flip-flops to moral / ethical questions while I should be enjoying the moment, which ruins the moment. Why can't I just turn off my brain? Enjoy myself, for chrissakes?

I haven't told her yet, but I'm ending this... whatever it is. Before it even begins. It isn't right. I see a pattern emerging here. I've said that a situation / encounter / relationship 'isn't right' before... all in the last year. I can't seem to feel content. Can't commit.

Why am I cursed with this conscience?

I don't want to be the 'nice guy.'


In other news... rabble-rahr!! (that's what dinosaurs say.)

--nocut