Despite being a blog, its not carrying out its purpose really well. There are just some things I can’t say anywhere, not even on this personal blog of mine and it gets really frustratingly constricting sometimes. I just got a taste of some forbidden fruit and I would say, there are many things in the world – so many people yearn for it their whole lives, searching desperately to attain that pot of gold, only to find that its nothing more than over-hyped thrash. Sure it was good for that brief moment, but I’d dare say I can live without it.
Its the disappointment that I’m more worried about.
Some of you reading out there might be seeing this and thinking “what the fuck is he talking about?”
Ok fine. I had a, a befitting word of “psuedo-date“, and screwed it up. So there.
I’m getting old and this disillusion of a nice, innocent perfect first date can no longer be realistic in my eyes. Maybe because of that I finally have this concrete reason to completely and absolutely stop whining and complaining about how I can’t get attached for whatever reason. Maybe I have finally realized its not because of my reluctance to mingle around but because I refuse anybody that comes close.
Yes, some people have complained that some have been placed on a silver platter for me and yet I’m not the one to grab it. Do you seriously think I’m that desperate? Desperate enough to take anything that comes along? I’m not that hungry nor am I that lack of any rewarding qualities. I’m made of good stuff, just not good stuff for the general population.
Maybe I should go to Pandora, maybe I’d be more appreciated there.
