Sometimes
Sometimes I just want to come home after work and have someone to talk to. Its 3:45 am, everyones asleep and Im not waking anyone up just to talk. Talk about meaninglessness. About my ultimate desire to find what everyone else wants to find. Its self centered and just plain rude. Sometimes I want to understand. Understand what? How girls can be so deceptive and yet so desirable. How guys canbe such assholes and yet the best friend ill ever have. How sexism can exist and have a direct effect on me, despite my attempts of equality. Sometimes I just want to be like any other guy: the guy that truely doesnt care about what a girl has to say, think, feel; the drama of a relationship or anything of the like shouldnt matter. But then I care too much. It seems as though girls enjoy the apathetic, the bad ass, the sarcastic asshole. I tried, but its not me. Pussy or not, its me. Sometimes I wanna scream, for what, it doesnt matter. I feel trapped in a bomb and I cant find the match to light the fuse. Or rather, maybe there are so many matches but only one works. Analogies to my endless cycle of babble that ends up to be nothing more than just a hope of the future. Live now, thats seems to be my most used remedy, however hypocritical it is of me to use. And so Ill end it without a point, cause there wasnt one. Only a complaint of lonliness and a curiosty about human nature. Its too complicated. I hate psychology. I changing my major