"So, how much of this relationship was rehearsed?"
I was listening to The Good Life on my shitty drive back from Seattle and that line stuck in my head from the song "Inmates." It caused me to think of many of the relationships I've had and whether I've been going through the same motions with whoever I was involved with. Well, it's hard for me to come a conclusion on the topic, but it did get me thinking.
It seems like I've always found a reason to end a relationship or to simply fuck up something that could turn serious/more srious. Have I been wrong to do this or I have been noticing the proper ques to avoid something worse down the line? For the most part it's a question without an answer, but it's hard as Hell for me not to attempt a conclusion.
These thoughts lead to other avenues of pondering, most importantly my feelings towards sex. Honestly, sex hasn't held any strong emotions for me in quite a while. There was a time when it was the "mingling of the souls" or whatever mushy wording you wish to give it, but most of the time it's just another means towards getting off these days. Fuck... you know how depressing that sounds? And then to add pain to punishment, the number of times I've had sober sex to drunk sex in the last year is very seldom.
Fucking Hell... I gotta wake up in less than six hours and I just bummed the shit out of myself.
L&S,
Sean
It seems like I've always found a reason to end a relationship or to simply fuck up something that could turn serious/more srious. Have I been wrong to do this or I have been noticing the proper ques to avoid something worse down the line? For the most part it's a question without an answer, but it's hard as Hell for me not to attempt a conclusion.
These thoughts lead to other avenues of pondering, most importantly my feelings towards sex. Honestly, sex hasn't held any strong emotions for me in quite a while. There was a time when it was the "mingling of the souls" or whatever mushy wording you wish to give it, but most of the time it's just another means towards getting off these days. Fuck... you know how depressing that sounds? And then to add pain to punishment, the number of times I've had sober sex to drunk sex in the last year is very seldom.
Fucking Hell... I gotta wake up in less than six hours and I just bummed the shit out of myself.
L&S,
Sean