No cure, no comfort
I'm so sorry I don't post much nice things at the moment. Graphics do not work when I'm like this. I'm so bad with reading, too. You know how sometimes nothing really gets you? I mean, really no interest in anything? Can't be bothered. No matter how important. It's like looking on at everything around and not even pulling a face when something crashes. Like someone nice was giving you a present and you just put it aside even though you aren't busy. (and this is kind of not really farfetched...)
I read a couple of things recently that have once again upset me. Stupid stupid. I could seriously hurt myself for being so damn stupid and always reading some occasional comments. I hate this. How there are always those among people who will disappoint you. And yes, show you how naive you really are. How you always think 'no one would do anything like that', 'people in their right minds see through stupid acts like this don't they?'
And then, some people are so innocent, and while I was thinking this, I thought in so many ways I am so terribly innocent myself, even more so. I do know things, I have seen quite a lot, been in a lot and yet...
And then I watched a couple of Scrubs episodes... and it made me want to post this part:
“The weird thing is that, even though its natural, sex can make us uncomfortable. But if we work at it, we can get beyond that discomfort, and realize that sex can actually be a comfort. Sex can even be a cure.
How do I know all of this?
Because no one understands how important sex is better than someone who isn’t having it.”
What else is there to say? Here's to celibacy. And no, not for religious reasons. If it wasn't for my dirty mind and how I am really not cut out for this, I could be fine.
To be true, I don't even like the idea of sex all that much. I always want somebody, but this is always only a fleeting thought, in truth I only ever really wanted one single person.
And if you want something, somebody, that incredibly much, nothing else compares, everything else just pales next to it.
I read a couple of things recently that have once again upset me. Stupid stupid. I could seriously hurt myself for being so damn stupid and always reading some occasional comments. I hate this. How there are always those among people who will disappoint you. And yes, show you how naive you really are. How you always think 'no one would do anything like that', 'people in their right minds see through stupid acts like this don't they?'
And then, some people are so innocent, and while I was thinking this, I thought in so many ways I am so terribly innocent myself, even more so. I do know things, I have seen quite a lot, been in a lot and yet...
And then I watched a couple of Scrubs episodes... and it made me want to post this part:
“The weird thing is that, even though its natural, sex can make us uncomfortable. But if we work at it, we can get beyond that discomfort, and realize that sex can actually be a comfort. Sex can even be a cure.
How do I know all of this?
Because no one understands how important sex is better than someone who isn’t having it.”
What else is there to say? Here's to celibacy. And no, not for religious reasons. If it wasn't for my dirty mind and how I am really not cut out for this, I could be fine.
To be true, I don't even like the idea of sex all that much. I always want somebody, but this is always only a fleeting thought, in truth I only ever really wanted one single person.
And if you want something, somebody, that incredibly much, nothing else compares, everything else just pales next to it.