Restored From Previous Draft
Found this written almost a month ago but unposted.
"And in retrospect to my previous comment, fuck that, I'm going out and having fun.
Last night I was on the bus and while I was riding it and looking out the window I saw that guy that has been lingering on the edge of my periphery for quite some time now. I was tempted to jump off the bus and backtrack, but I didn't, and instead continued on home. In retrospect, I really should have gotten off the damn bus.
Seeing this guy's image immediately brought him to the forefront of my mind, and all those little impulses and dirty thoughts came rushing back to me..."
At least I eventually got off the bus and backtracked, even though it was a week or so later. A notion was formed, a desire sated. As to whether or not it was wise to start this, that is something that only time can attest to. Maybe I am going to go to hell. Maybe when I get there I'll see that I am in good company.
I told him up front how I felt and how this can't go anywhere. I was very clear in my words, but maybe muddled in my actions. How is it that these little projects have a tendency to run away from me? Sometimes there is just no accounting for where we end up at even with the best of intentions on the outset. One thing is clear, it's time to buckle up for the ride; it's going to be hard to tell where the destination will end up being.
"And in retrospect to my previous comment, fuck that, I'm going out and having fun.
Last night I was on the bus and while I was riding it and looking out the window I saw that guy that has been lingering on the edge of my periphery for quite some time now. I was tempted to jump off the bus and backtrack, but I didn't, and instead continued on home. In retrospect, I really should have gotten off the damn bus.
Seeing this guy's image immediately brought him to the forefront of my mind, and all those little impulses and dirty thoughts came rushing back to me..."
At least I eventually got off the bus and backtracked, even though it was a week or so later. A notion was formed, a desire sated. As to whether or not it was wise to start this, that is something that only time can attest to. Maybe I am going to go to hell. Maybe when I get there I'll see that I am in good company.
I told him up front how I felt and how this can't go anywhere. I was very clear in my words, but maybe muddled in my actions. How is it that these little projects have a tendency to run away from me? Sometimes there is just no accounting for where we end up at even with the best of intentions on the outset. One thing is clear, it's time to buckle up for the ride; it's going to be hard to tell where the destination will end up being.