Heard about the guy who fell off a skyscraper?
On his way down past each floor, he kept saying to reassure himself: So far so good... so far so good... so far so good. How you fall doesn't matter. It's how you land!
Sunday after the music, I took a tumble down a hill leaving me adorned with a lovely purplish-bluish-greenish contusion on my left thigh, coupled with a number of small abrasions running the course of my body.
I promptly passed out on a large rock.
I know I am not alone in my quest to figure out what the fuck to do with my life. There is little to no immediate pressure, other than that of my feelings.
I am very confused by Doug right now. Not about him, but by him. I know how I feel, and what I want from our relationship, but he is not showing me that he wants the same thing - and he used to. But last night I was given a glimmer of that thing that I want, and while I am relieved and delighted to know it still exists, it makes me ultimately more confused.
But, really, what am I worried about? Life goes on whether you like it or not. I will find a life-mate and produce offspring and raise them to be happy and healthy, and if im lucky, they will get it. There is no rush, but at least I know that is what us you-mans are here to do. Assuming I am fit to survive long enough to reproduce...
Sunday after the music, I took a tumble down a hill leaving me adorned with a lovely purplish-bluish-greenish contusion on my left thigh, coupled with a number of small abrasions running the course of my body.
I promptly passed out on a large rock.
I know I am not alone in my quest to figure out what the fuck to do with my life. There is little to no immediate pressure, other than that of my feelings.
I am very confused by Doug right now. Not about him, but by him. I know how I feel, and what I want from our relationship, but he is not showing me that he wants the same thing - and he used to. But last night I was given a glimmer of that thing that I want, and while I am relieved and delighted to know it still exists, it makes me ultimately more confused.
But, really, what am I worried about? Life goes on whether you like it or not. I will find a life-mate and produce offspring and raise them to be happy and healthy, and if im lucky, they will get it. There is no rush, but at least I know that is what us you-mans are here to do. Assuming I am fit to survive long enough to reproduce...