posted on Apr, 30 2023 @ 11:00 AM
This is a great lesson in what not to do, so gather around peeps, while I publicly confess what a horrible failure I am.
So there's this guy from around these parts (*vaguely circulating finger next to my head) who's really smart and interesting and just overall pretty
great.
And we started to talking, right, so naturally I went immediately nuts. And I mean INSANE! I got a couple of excuses for that, one'd be I am no
stranger to what normal people call 'psychotic episodes', I am enjoying maybe a little too often the company of my love Mary Jane, also huge social
issues, and apparently crazy amounts of surpressed horny-ness...
After the last guy I had sworn to myself that there'd never be another, so maybe it was a little self sabotage also.
What made him so perfect was after all also that he's super far away and unavailable, just totally out of reach in every realistic scenario.
I also enjoyed the short intermezzo so much because it really did set in motion a sort of convalescence where I'm now gradualy starting to see why I
am how I am. (an aweful mess, just in case anyone here hasn't noticed yet)
But it's still wrong. I used the guy more or less and completely deserve that he doesn't want to talk to me anymore.
So this is me, ashes on my head, crawling on my knees towards Canossa, begging for forgiveness.
Because that guy is really pretty awesome. Humanity is a little bit better just because he exists.
mea culpa mea maxima culpa