Oct 14, 2008 20:02
I totally figured it out this week. I'm absolutely without a doubt relationship retarded. I've got concrete evidence and I'm not afraid to use it while I beat the young women with their eyes on me away with a stick. Or many sticks. Because there are a lot of young women with their eyes on me. You know, in case you didn't know.
Sarcasm aside, I realized a lot about myself and it's not lookin' good. I don't know why I'm even writing it out here in this intertron journal I half-heartedly keep, because I don't think it's something I really want to release into the tubes. So, someday as I look back on this post while I'm still a lone bachelor, I will recall "oh, right, these are the circumstances in which I figured myself out and stopped me in my disastrous tracks!" while I sip at my trusted scotch and throw another log on the fireplace (将来のアパートとかロフトに暖炉が欲しいからね).
When all is said and done, I think it's a straight up fact that I'm done with proper relationships. Through. I have nothing to bring to the table, so why would I expect someone else to bring enough for two?
Sorry, ladies. You've already got the tissues out, haven't you? Well don't worry, I'm sure we'll make fine friends! (Not gay)