Creativity Sunday - Mood Music
I can't believe I'm doing this. Fine, fine then. She's in the other room, masturbating; and I feel weird about that.
I want to say something, but what do you say? "Hey so I'm pretty sure you were masturbating in there, taking care of yourself in that way and I'm right here, and we never finished that discussion and it's all just hanging there. And that means no, because we can never say it in person like that, but I'm here and you're there and it's all just so-"
Haha, this is killing me. How is this killing me? This one damn unresolved resolved question, thrown into my face by absolutely no-one but me. She's going to come back out and I'll be reclusive and weird, and there's no way I can express why. "I assumed you were masturbating and then got caught up in a feelings loop about it. Sorry."
What else is there? Put me in coach, put me in. The bat's the same but I've got a better swing; I'll still slip and strike out but I'll try and goddamn why is it so important that I try. I can make you happy, why won't you let me try? That's not a thing you can say; not when it involves taking a friend and putting your penis inside of them. That's not how that goes.
Sorry. It all comes back to that drive, I guess. I want to be good enough, and it's been scientifically proven that I'm not. Not in this case. So I'll sit here instead while you moan into your sheets two rooms over, and pretend that I'm reacting to it like a normal person.
I want to say something, but what do you say? "Hey so I'm pretty sure you were masturbating in there, taking care of yourself in that way and I'm right here, and we never finished that discussion and it's all just hanging there. And that means no, because we can never say it in person like that, but I'm here and you're there and it's all just so-"
Haha, this is killing me. How is this killing me? This one damn unresolved resolved question, thrown into my face by absolutely no-one but me. She's going to come back out and I'll be reclusive and weird, and there's no way I can express why. "I assumed you were masturbating and then got caught up in a feelings loop about it. Sorry."
What else is there? Put me in coach, put me in. The bat's the same but I've got a better swing; I'll still slip and strike out but I'll try and goddamn why is it so important that I try. I can make you happy, why won't you let me try? That's not a thing you can say; not when it involves taking a friend and putting your penis inside of them. That's not how that goes.
Sorry. It all comes back to that drive, I guess. I want to be good enough, and it's been scientifically proven that I'm not. Not in this case. So I'll sit here instead while you moan into your sheets two rooms over, and pretend that I'm reacting to it like a normal person.