Response to Relationship Crew 2015-12-12 12:02:33
Definitely getting sick of living in the same area my whole life, everyone has an opinion without knowing me the first time I open my mouth, and i'm mostly ahermitfor crying out loud, Been looking out of my shack trying to find a mate, getting some nasty remarks, Might just accept a real perma hermit status. Haven't been in a relationship for 6 years. Probably be easier buying a hoooker and try to win her heart, And then try to fix the aids.
I'm joking, But half of that is true, I might be barely in this new generation but I was still raised like the GI Gen, I get shat upon for being a decent man, My area is loaded with TMilf's But I'm not looking for luggage, The pickings are few and stealthy to find, And when I think I do either the baggage finally shows from the manufacturer himself quiet angry i'd say, or she has some very heavy mental issues that creates constant fields of "fuck you, weird asshole creep", You know, In the end i'm still single, And I can walk away with just myself, Which is where I like to be anyway, I can pick without morality issues (Btw i'm heavy on monogamy), Look at my wallet and be reminded what i'm going to buy myself for christmas. (already bought that actually, a new ride), But how old is getting too old too look?, When I was 16 I whined about this stuff like a little schoolgirl, Turned 17, Got a GF, Had a with that relationship (note.I learned everything the hard way) Went into hibernation, fuck the world, And you know, It's been working out really well, I mean I lost all my friends to drugs, half have died, and a small amount did what everyone else did, Getting drunk, Fucking, And having a baby with some guy and hope he will support it. But I'm alive.
Yeah. The single life, It's the life, To what point?, To what age?, My brain just wants something to talk to, something to look at, And I say no, no brain, I'm not ready, I'm not ready.
I look at my chest, It's my heart, Lined with sandbags and assault rifles, mortars and wire fences wrapped all around it, I wince strongly... "It's safe heart... It's safe now... I can protect you", I hear a rustle behind the fence and all I can hear is magazines being placed into weapons, bolt's slamming shut and an eerie feeling that i'm being watched. "NO!" Says my heart "NEVER!". I look away... and whisper to myself "Heh, Those defences won't last forever..."
7 years later
What a Motherfucker, just doesn't give up.