i need a diversion. human preferably. engaging conversations. electrifying glances. endless possibilities. ya know the whole romanticized shebang... there are some things i want to and need to stop thinking about and i've pretty much come to the conclusion that that is the ideal solution. backwards logic, ain't it.... anyways, the semester's winding down i can afford to be temporarily distracted. there is a problem though. water, water, everywhere but not a drop to drink. in other words, in nyc there are males galore but once you start narrowing your prospects down. they dwindle away to nothing.
you smoke? next. you're under 21? next. you're how tall? next. you have how many baby mommas? next. you're the next jay-z or kanye or russell? next.
***disclaimer: i have nothing against aspiring artists. BUT everyone in BK from 13-30 is a rapper/producer/fashion designer nowadays and i honestly don't have the patience for it anymore***
i'm difficult. i admit it. but i can't possibly be as bad as peter said. this is what
kromelizardtold me yesterday "i try to imagine you dating and i can't. for the simple fact that i don't see you emotionally invested in anything. so i can't imagine you being emotionally invested in anyone." obviously not verbatim. but pretty damn close. maybe i'm not emotionally invested in anything or anyone because the last few years have sucked more than i could possibly describe and i'm not in a terrible rush to be any more emotionally distraught than i already am. the reasons for my distress are varied and many and in the end i don't have to defend myself concerning them. however, i can't be that bad. can i?