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I. Everyone ever alive needs to check out the song "Idiot Wind" by Bob Dylan. I realized a few months ago that not only does it have the most elaborate rhyming scheme of any song I've heard in my life, (and the scheme works so well), it really seems to embody the feelings that almost anyone has after an anticlimactic breakup. All of mine have been anticlimactic, and it's sort of how I've felt. I won't post all the lyrics, because it is like a 5 minute song that is almost all singing, but here are some, to give you an idea.
"It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart
You tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasn't enough to change my heart
Now everything's a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped
What's good is bad what's bad is good you'll find out when you reach the top
You're on the bottom.
I noticed at the ceremony, your corrupt ways had finally made you blind
I can't remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed your eyes don't look into mine
The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stone faced while the building burned
I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees while the springtime turned
Slowly into autumn.
. . .
I can't feel you anymore, I can't even touch the books you've read
Every time I crawl past your door, I been wishing I was somebody else instead
Down the highway down the tracks down the road to ecstasy
I followed you beneath the stars hounded by your memory
And all you raging glory.
I been double-crossed now for the very last time and now I'm finally free
I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me
You'll never know the hurt I suffered not the pain I raise above
And I'll never know the same about you your holiness or your kind of love
And it makes me feel so sorry."
Golden.
II. On a related note, some people just don't know how to handle breakups. Especially girls. Holy fuckin' shit, people. Remember that guy who broke up with you in the 8th grade? Remember how, even though there were so many fish in the sea, there would just never be another boy like Chad/Cody/Trey/Milton? And then after that it was someone else, and there would never be another guy who could make you as happy, maybe someone else after that, then you came to college, maybe you met this totally cool awesome dude, and you guys were so great together. Then somehow he broke your heart. Sure, it sucks. But can't you move on after a few weeks? I mean, if he was abusive and he beat you or something, you should have fucking castrated him and realized you were better for finally getting away from him. Are you people just so fragile that one person deciding they'd rather not date you anymore causes you to shield yourself from ever associating on a truly personal level with another person of the opposite (usually) sex for the rest of your life? That's the problem with everyone, no matter what age. You allow yourself to get so fucked up by one or two essentially insignificant people, and the rest of your life you're just trying to get through it, so you become a slut, or a cold bitch, or in a guy's case you become an introverted freak who makes nothing of his life or a real asshole and you start beating women or something, which is why it relates. People just become victims of eachother and then eventually turn into a person they don't really even like, because they know they're not happy and it's their own fucking fault.
III. I have a big thing about how a lot of people were fucked up somehow earlier in their lives, so they have sexual fetishes, and sexual fetishes are basically people knowingly or unknowingly working out their issues through sex. Sex isn't a goddamn therapy session. When I have sex, it's a combination of thinking the person is hot/loving the person romantically/wanting to get my rocks off. Sure, tying a girl up or something might be cool, but there's a point where sex gets to not being sex with some people. I'm not saying you're a bad person, but if you need someone to hold a knife to your throat while they're fucking you, it's because you probably hate yourself. Or if you want them to call you a slut and berate you, it's probably because you'd rather be one, but don't want to because of how certain people would look at you (or you're just too ugly to get a lot of play), or you just think you are one to begin with. If you'd rather insult and torture someone else during sex, it's because you have control issues. If someone holding you turns you on, it's because you're somehow insecure about being protected, or you were held too much or too little as a child. I might be fucked up in a few ways and not be an entirely perfect person, but at least I know how to deal with most of my issues. If, as I said, you want someone to call you a slut during sex, you should think about having a lot more of it, maybe with many more people than just one, maybe even at the same time, but you should probably also actually do it because you like sex and not because sex is your only way of feeling loved, or you're really just as fucked up anyway. Don't lie to yourself or to everyone else. Don't shoot cum in my face and tell me someone threw white hand soap at me, know what I'm saying? And if you read this and get offended, well, you don't have any reason to, because if you consider yourself as into any of the fetishes I named, it follows that you are a fucked up individual who cannot explain why stupid normally non-sexual shit turns you on.
"It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart
You tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasn't enough to change my heart
Now everything's a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped
What's good is bad what's bad is good you'll find out when you reach the top
You're on the bottom.
I noticed at the ceremony, your corrupt ways had finally made you blind
I can't remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed your eyes don't look into mine
The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stone faced while the building burned
I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees while the springtime turned
Slowly into autumn.
. . .
I can't feel you anymore, I can't even touch the books you've read
Every time I crawl past your door, I been wishing I was somebody else instead
Down the highway down the tracks down the road to ecstasy
I followed you beneath the stars hounded by your memory
And all you raging glory.
I been double-crossed now for the very last time and now I'm finally free
I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me
You'll never know the hurt I suffered not the pain I raise above
And I'll never know the same about you your holiness or your kind of love
And it makes me feel so sorry."
Golden.
II. On a related note, some people just don't know how to handle breakups. Especially girls. Holy fuckin' shit, people. Remember that guy who broke up with you in the 8th grade? Remember how, even though there were so many fish in the sea, there would just never be another boy like Chad/Cody/Trey/Milton? And then after that it was someone else, and there would never be another guy who could make you as happy, maybe someone else after that, then you came to college, maybe you met this totally cool awesome dude, and you guys were so great together. Then somehow he broke your heart. Sure, it sucks. But can't you move on after a few weeks? I mean, if he was abusive and he beat you or something, you should have fucking castrated him and realized you were better for finally getting away from him. Are you people just so fragile that one person deciding they'd rather not date you anymore causes you to shield yourself from ever associating on a truly personal level with another person of the opposite (usually) sex for the rest of your life? That's the problem with everyone, no matter what age. You allow yourself to get so fucked up by one or two essentially insignificant people, and the rest of your life you're just trying to get through it, so you become a slut, or a cold bitch, or in a guy's case you become an introverted freak who makes nothing of his life or a real asshole and you start beating women or something, which is why it relates. People just become victims of eachother and then eventually turn into a person they don't really even like, because they know they're not happy and it's their own fucking fault.
III. I have a big thing about how a lot of people were fucked up somehow earlier in their lives, so they have sexual fetishes, and sexual fetishes are basically people knowingly or unknowingly working out their issues through sex. Sex isn't a goddamn therapy session. When I have sex, it's a combination of thinking the person is hot/loving the person romantically/wanting to get my rocks off. Sure, tying a girl up or something might be cool, but there's a point where sex gets to not being sex with some people. I'm not saying you're a bad person, but if you need someone to hold a knife to your throat while they're fucking you, it's because you probably hate yourself. Or if you want them to call you a slut and berate you, it's probably because you'd rather be one, but don't want to because of how certain people would look at you (or you're just too ugly to get a lot of play), or you just think you are one to begin with. If you'd rather insult and torture someone else during sex, it's because you have control issues. If someone holding you turns you on, it's because you're somehow insecure about being protected, or you were held too much or too little as a child. I might be fucked up in a few ways and not be an entirely perfect person, but at least I know how to deal with most of my issues. If, as I said, you want someone to call you a slut during sex, you should think about having a lot more of it, maybe with many more people than just one, maybe even at the same time, but you should probably also actually do it because you like sex and not because sex is your only way of feeling loved, or you're really just as fucked up anyway. Don't lie to yourself or to everyone else. Don't shoot cum in my face and tell me someone threw white hand soap at me, know what I'm saying? And if you read this and get offended, well, you don't have any reason to, because if you consider yourself as into any of the fetishes I named, it follows that you are a fucked up individual who cannot explain why stupid normally non-sexual shit turns you on.