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My love life as of late (aka past 10 years) has been a lot like a dart game.
Started out playing with a few darts, a couple close to the bullseye, but being told i fouled somehow.
Toe over the line, leaned too far, etc.
And after awhile i started to get frustrated.
Grabbing more and more darts, I began to throw them widly.
Most of them never even coming close to the bullseye...
Hell, some not even on the board.
And all this did is add to my frustration.
So now we come to "today", the present.
And where do I find myself?
Hands full of darts, throwing them fistful at the board hoping some, ANY will stick.
Not even caring about a bullseye anymore, just being happy I hit the board at all.
I wish I could just start a new game.
Sigh.
Started out playing with a few darts, a couple close to the bullseye, but being told i fouled somehow.
Toe over the line, leaned too far, etc.
And after awhile i started to get frustrated.
Grabbing more and more darts, I began to throw them widly.
Most of them never even coming close to the bullseye...
Hell, some not even on the board.
And all this did is add to my frustration.
So now we come to "today", the present.
And where do I find myself?
Hands full of darts, throwing them fistful at the board hoping some, ANY will stick.
Not even caring about a bullseye anymore, just being happy I hit the board at all.
I wish I could just start a new game.
Sigh.