31.3.13
10.3.13
Dating in your twenties is a minefield. It's a constant tiptoeing around eggshells and there is a very serious risk of encountering two different - and very dangerous - types of people. Situated on one end of this spectrum are the people on the hunt for a suitable spouse. Maybe their clocks are ticking, maybe their parents' tongues are wagging. Whatever it is, these folk are in the market for one purpose, and one purpose only. The higher they've climbed into their twenties, the higher this risk. Very dangerous; these people are very dangerous as you'll never be quite sure of their intentions - they'll never admit it, of course. Until it's too late, you think things are going nice and slow and then ohhh damn, they attempt taking things up a notch and you suddenly find yourself turned out onto the street as the bitch who led someone on and wasted T minus X of his time.
On the other end of this spectrum are the perpetual bachelors: shiny car-keys and expensive Swiss time-pieces adorning the end of protein-inflated arms. This group of people are generally easier to spot. Well, if they follow the stereotype, I suppose - which isn't always the case. At any rate, they do show up on the radar far clearer that their stability-seeking counterparts. Bachelor bling aside, these people tend to have reputations that exceed themselves.
No, the more dangerous folk are the nice people.
They are people who are actually good to you.
The dangerous folk are dangerous because they're the ones you're afraid to hurt.
And they're also the ones you will probably end up hurting.
On the other end of this spectrum are the perpetual bachelors: shiny car-keys and expensive Swiss time-pieces adorning the end of protein-inflated arms. This group of people are generally easier to spot. Well, if they follow the stereotype, I suppose - which isn't always the case. At any rate, they do show up on the radar far clearer that their stability-seeking counterparts. Bachelor bling aside, these people tend to have reputations that exceed themselves.
No, the more dangerous folk are the nice people.
They are people who are actually good to you.
The dangerous folk are dangerous because they're the ones you're afraid to hurt.
And they're also the ones you will probably end up hurting.
7.3.13
I don't want to do this.
Ugh, I just don't.
Why am I doing this, what have I got myself into.
It's like being made to taste something I've never tried before.
And when I say I don't like it I'm being told that no, you haven't had enough, have some more, you're just not used to it yet.
But I'm choking on each spoonful, trying - tryyyying - my best to enjoy this but it just isn't working, this just isn't working for me.
But it's too late, you've taken too many spoonfuls and now the bowl is yours and you're paying for it.
Ugh, I just don't.
Why am I doing this, what have I got myself into.
It's like being made to taste something I've never tried before.
And when I say I don't like it I'm being told that no, you haven't had enough, have some more, you're just not used to it yet.
But I'm choking on each spoonful, trying - tryyyying - my best to enjoy this but it just isn't working, this just isn't working for me.
But it's too late, you've taken too many spoonfuls and now the bowl is yours and you're paying for it.