this morning #1564.
this morning, after the burial of our belongings was complete, one of my buddies made an off-handed comment that’d sort of stuck in my mind. i know that he had no idea how hurtful his words were. they were to me, at least. you see, for me the topic of “getting laid” tends to drive my brain to dark places. conjures up thoughts of all the prior times when i’ve tried to get a girl to like me. i’ve heard every excuse for why they aren’t into me. i’m too nice to be “boyfriend material.” i try way too hard. i don’t try hard enough. it’s rough hearing that my romantic gestures are “cute.” my pal suggested i’ll be the last of us to get laid & slapped me on the back. “it’s a joke, man.” sure. he can say that but i’m on track to make it the truth.