Now you can pretend you're something else to someone else... until you get bored, because you're boring.
Then you regussied it up and tried to sell it back! Now you need a pipeline?
I was listening to an obscure funny song called “Somebody Just Poop” by some old rapper who goes by the name Goofy. No, not the dopey cartoon dog in Disney. There was an actual rapper named Goofy back in the day.
I've had sex with a lot of women. I'm an attractive guy; not many turn me down. But when they do, it makes me manipulative and abusive towards them until they break. I get a rush knowing I can have power over them whenever I want. I think I'm insecure that all I can offer is sex. I'm ashamed, but I can't stop.
It took me a while. I'm really stubborn. Persistent. Tenacious. Filled with faith, some say. Well, to a point. I finally accept that when you say you're done, that it's just that.
Some people might get all indignant. Heck, the old me would have. But, no, I can't. I put you on a crazy roller-coaster without sufficient explanation and am truly sorry that it left you spent, hurt, and angry. I could try to fill you in on the reasons and the background and you'd never believe me. What really sticks through it all is how you said you've never been happier. Above all, that's what I wanted for you, if you can believe that. And somewhere I took away the thing I liked seeing you have: happiness.
I'm not closing the door on anything. I'm not pursuing anything either. I'm not leaving, and not waiting around. I'm letting you live your life on your terms, which you're doing anyway. If saying goodbye is what adds to that happiness, then...well, I don't know what does, actually, but it's a logical leap; I just hear silence and interpret that as your final and happily enduring message, knowing that you are happy.
Leaving it to you to make the first move.
I ride the 95 B-line to and from work. It goes through the downtown east side where you see people hussling and struggling. I hate hearing young men yelling out loud to each other and pointing:
"Look at them all"
"Damn imagine just getting dropped off here"
"no man no thanks"
"Look there's so many of them"
Yes you're privileged (congratulations) but have a little compassion for other human beings. Be a better human!
I don't trust the HR at my new job. It's hard to say why, but I just get the very distinct impression that even if I had been with the company for a decade, she would NEVER be on my side (or anyone's), under ANY circumstances - not even if, god forbid, I had to take sick leave. It's irksome.
Confused every Spring at the sight of young women that feel compelled to place their bare feet on the dash. I can't help but wonder what they'd experience should that air bag suddenly inflate.
I confess. I’m addicted to sex. Haven’t had sex in nearly a month and it’s killing me! I’m so horny that I seriously don’t know how to keep these urges under control. It’s been my train of thought lately and jerking off is no fun either.