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over. Part of me wants to keep questioning this world, to go on asking why, and go on striving for an answer somewhere. Another part of me just wants to not care and say that's just how things go. I've come to the conclusion that neither route will lead to happiness, and that there is no safe way out of her situation, no way out that won't lead to someone going home a loser. It's checkmate. It's checkmate with only the most common of moves too, none of that en passant mambo jambo. That's the irony. Situations are made horribly complex and complicated with only the most usual of human urges and habits to blame. She's a little nervous. What if the guy she wants ends up abandoning what they have to try and not hurt his friend? What if he doesn't realize there's no way Not to hurt him? What if the two guys end their friendship because of what she would (wrongly) see as her fault? What if what if what if what if what if? Just once, one single time, maybe things will work out for all parties. I don't think there's anything that can be done other than relaxation and concentration. Simplicity is an unattainable beauty sometimes. Currently I'm in a tricky situation of my own. Every time I'm ready to be with one girl, the other one (any other one) goes and finally notices I exist. That seems to happen with every guy. Could this be because women are jealous, jealous, and evil creatures intent on having only what others seem to have? Just a thought. I was told I'm just one of those guys that "likes the hunt." I didn't used to think I was, at all. I used to hate that guy, maybe I still do. It seems as though I'm going to have to reevaluate my approach to the womenfolk in general. I have talked tonight with a friend of mine about how I hurt a girl I used to date, and how I could have avoided that. God, I wish I could have avoided that. I said that if I had thought long and hard and figured out what I wanted, and known what she wanted, a lot of pain could have been avoided. Maybe that wasn't so right. Maybe a little embarrassment and awkwardness would have been avoided, but would that have made being rejected, or |
"That's the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they're not too much to look at, or even if they're sort of stupid, you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. Girls. Jesus Christ. They can drive you crazy. They really can." --J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye |