What the f#@* ever
Things don't ever seem to go my way when I want them to. When I am not looking that's when things seem to go ok, but how am I supposed to train myself to pretend as though I don't care about what I am going crazy over?
How am I supposed to PRETEND not to care, when my heart and my mind know better. I have been using the words cock-block for a while now, but that's the easy way to go about it. I can always blame people for not getting what I want. I can always say that I did everything right and if it hadn't have been for this other person, then I would have been fine, but no...I didn't do everything I could do...and somewhere in the back of my head I was almost grateful that I didn't get a chance to sleep with this person, who had one of the best bodies I have ever seen in my life.
He was interested, but really for how long? If someone that he found more appealing had walked in, then he would have gone away with him. I can sit around and feel sorry about it. Or I can realize...that he wasn't the first and he is not damn well going to be the last. I am going to tell myself to get over it and move the fuck on, because that's what I do. That's an ability I have and finally I am going to allow myself to have some control over this situation.
The road is long and the adventures are many. So we stop for a while to take a breather and then we keep on going...until I get to the end. That's what I am going to do.
How am I supposed to PRETEND not to care, when my heart and my mind know better. I have been using the words cock-block for a while now, but that's the easy way to go about it. I can always blame people for not getting what I want. I can always say that I did everything right and if it hadn't have been for this other person, then I would have been fine, but no...I didn't do everything I could do...and somewhere in the back of my head I was almost grateful that I didn't get a chance to sleep with this person, who had one of the best bodies I have ever seen in my life.
He was interested, but really for how long? If someone that he found more appealing had walked in, then he would have gone away with him. I can sit around and feel sorry about it. Or I can realize...that he wasn't the first and he is not damn well going to be the last. I am going to tell myself to get over it and move the fuck on, because that's what I do. That's an ability I have and finally I am going to allow myself to have some control over this situation.
The road is long and the adventures are many. So we stop for a while to take a breather and then we keep on going...until I get to the end. That's what I am going to do.