I don't know the rules.
That is, the rules to dealing with women. Maybe there was a pamphlet I was supposed to get in the mail a couple years back that I simply didn't get. Maybe there's a lucky bastard out there with two pamphlets - he's got a spare because I didn't get one at all.
And, y'know, a couple days ago, this would've sent me careening head-first into a temporary bout of depression. Not so much anymore. Not sure why. Doesn't matter.
What matters is that, for better or for worse, these guidelines are unknown to me. I know a little I've picked-up from other people, but for the most part, these rules are as about as instinctual to me as, say, being an awesome freestyler. That is, they're not.
But that's okay. I'm not too good with plans anyway. I prefer to wing it. Maybe that's what I should've done to begin with. I'm the type to think on my feet. I really should be better at freestyling than I am. =/
But whatever. It's time to go take some pills.
And, y'know, a couple days ago, this would've sent me careening head-first into a temporary bout of depression. Not so much anymore. Not sure why. Doesn't matter.
What matters is that, for better or for worse, these guidelines are unknown to me. I know a little I've picked-up from other people, but for the most part, these rules are as about as instinctual to me as, say, being an awesome freestyler. That is, they're not.
But that's okay. I'm not too good with plans anyway. I prefer to wing it. Maybe that's what I should've done to begin with. I'm the type to think on my feet. I really should be better at freestyling than I am. =/
But whatever. It's time to go take some pills.