Can't live with them, can't live without them...
Forewarnage: my own brand of mental rambling ensues, read what follows if you have time for it and actually care...else go spend time elsewhere on the net, you'll be better off.
Women. I hate them. I hate them because I love them. Sometimes I wonder if God isn't having a tad of fun with me. My first relationship was a mistake from the start, my second became a mistake because of my actions, my third was little more than mutual attraction and temporary need, my fourth was a fling with zero meaning. I've managed to run far enough away from the first, I've let the third and fourth go, and after finally scraping myself away from the second...I run headlong into a fifth. "ABOUT...FACE! (*WHACK!*)" (*sigh*) So now I have Jennifer, a wonderful girl whom I am glad to call my friend, whom I get to spend time with...and who is going to Barcelona in January. So now, after finally freeing myself from the emotional shit of before, I have found myself with another problem. It wouldn't even really be a problem at all, except for that kiss. And this, officially, is why I hate women. Every time I get away, another one trips me up and decides to make my life more complicated than it needs to be. I can't pursue her, because she's going over-freaking-seas. And yet, on an instinctual-gut level, it feels wrong not to. To just let her go and not do anything just feels...I don't know, how can I describe it? She's only going away for spring semester and summer...but doesn't know if she's coming back in the fall. I know now that I have no right to complain about not being liked by women. So I'm not even going to try. However, I am now going to begin complaining about how every woman who likes me is either psycho (1) or insists on making damn sure I know they like me and then leaving (3, 4, and 5)...with the other being it's own ridiculous escapade. (*sigh*) And I can't get Jen out of my head, either. Some back burner is always looking for another chance to spend time with her, another opportunity to do something nice or make her smile. And is really, really hoping for another kiss, another time to hold her in my arms again. Yep. Can't live with em, can't live without them, can't hate them, and hate to love them.
Women. I hate them. I hate them because I love them. Sometimes I wonder if God isn't having a tad of fun with me. My first relationship was a mistake from the start, my second became a mistake because of my actions, my third was little more than mutual attraction and temporary need, my fourth was a fling with zero meaning. I've managed to run far enough away from the first, I've let the third and fourth go, and after finally scraping myself away from the second...I run headlong into a fifth. "ABOUT...FACE! (*WHACK!*)" (*sigh*) So now I have Jennifer, a wonderful girl whom I am glad to call my friend, whom I get to spend time with...and who is going to Barcelona in January. So now, after finally freeing myself from the emotional shit of before, I have found myself with another problem. It wouldn't even really be a problem at all, except for that kiss. And this, officially, is why I hate women. Every time I get away, another one trips me up and decides to make my life more complicated than it needs to be. I can't pursue her, because she's going over-freaking-seas. And yet, on an instinctual-gut level, it feels wrong not to. To just let her go and not do anything just feels...I don't know, how can I describe it? She's only going away for spring semester and summer...but doesn't know if she's coming back in the fall. I know now that I have no right to complain about not being liked by women. So I'm not even going to try. However, I am now going to begin complaining about how every woman who likes me is either psycho (1) or insists on making damn sure I know they like me and then leaving (3, 4, and 5)...with the other being it's own ridiculous escapade. (*sigh*) And I can't get Jen out of my head, either. Some back burner is always looking for another chance to spend time with her, another opportunity to do something nice or make her smile. And is really, really hoping for another kiss, another time to hold her in my arms again. Yep. Can't live with em, can't live without them, can't hate them, and hate to love them.