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I am not looking for a relationship
I am not your friend
I am just a man who knows how it feels
I am not your friend
I am not your lover
I am not your family
Twenty-Four hours to go and you will be one more day older then you were. The more I am ready the further I get from the goal. I have a pain lately on my right lower side near my ribs, it hurts to breathe. So I have rationalized that if I simply stop breathing… I will be ok. (True Story; I am not going to lie to you…)
Let us take a look at things logically for a moment.
Nothing I do or say is for me any more but for the principal of what I am / stand for. If you are a scum bag whore which I would not touch with a ten foot pole I would put my arm around you to allow for you to relieve yourself of your tears if someone had done you wrong. At the same credit if you say "Gustave Flaubert first language was not English I think he was from Germany somewhere" I am allowed to be smug and pompous. So often I am a victim of mistaken identity. I care the most for those who need no one to care for them. I care the least for those who open themselves to me/ love me. Why is this? It is human nature to simply shun what is placed in front of them. Why do I not call out people on the lies they tell so often that I realize are lies? Do I prefer to live in some awkward allusion to the truth? If I begin speaking of something you do not know/understand simply become the attentive being you were meant to be and *nod*. That is all one needs to do to be of some interest to me. There is no need to attempt to impress… further more for the girls that do impress me; do me a favor once the maturity of your own life catches up with your knowledge call me. I am tried of meeting anarchists who think they have figured out the solution to the chaos paradox. Or women who are so involved in their own ventures and fail to (forgive the cliché) ‘smell the roses.’ I would like a girl who was pleased with various simplicities that she may or may not find in life. No need for extraordinary intelligence; all I ask for is an extraordinary sense for life.
Moving on we see that my problems are rooted really how I deal with people; it is all partially due to the fact that I am vengeful and I step with care. I have never been so happy to see a photograph of myself as I was the other night.
Onward and forward;
Thought one: Why bring self deprecation through the form of a female, when she is screwing someone of no importance to you?
Thought two: Why pretend to have no knowledge of fuck buddy until it is brought up every time?
Let us examine the reasons I get frustrated when I am used for sex, do not remember; or do not enjoy it.
1) I am not a whore.
2) I would appreciate to lay next to someone and simply cuddle
3) Girls who are under the illusion that they are amazing in bed… I would rather not destroy that thought they have of themselves.
4) I do like dinner dates. Ones that resemble Lady and the tramp.
I do not like feeling restless because of a girl who makes me quiver at the thought of what her lips may feel like when they touch mine (I live for being at rest because I know what it feels like). Further more I do not need to be reminded how young I am by anyone; that is irritating. When I do not pronounce my age I am often mistaken to be someone of many more years not because I appear so but simply because I have the knowledge of how to carry myself.Remember the good old times?
They did not exist. PS: According to the MLA split infinitives are allowed. I am a work in progress; please note sarcasm is in full use here.
