Whats wrong with me?
Ok, back in school I was crushing on this girl that I new, name of Adrian. It was all I could do to not hump her leg every time I saw her. Then we graduated and never really saw her that much after that. I still liked her, and to this day I would date her, if I thought I had a chance, but something must have changed. I just saw her boobs. Something that would have caused me to have a seizure of exctasy (did I spell that right?) back in school, but now, nothing. I mean, it's not like they weren't great boobs. They were awesome. Everything my adolescent brain dreamed of. But for some reason, there wasn't a rush of blood, or even a racing of the heart. There wasn't anything. I think, looking back on it, I wish I wouldn't have seen them. I don't feel any better about myself. My life doesn't have meaning. I'm still as empty now as I was before. Maybe this is one of the philsophical moments where I realize that life isn't about sex. But then I realize that life is 100% about sex. Its about passing our seed, our legacy, from generation to generation. Maybe its just lust. Maybe that is what complicates life. Maybe I'm just over my lust for her. Who knows?