What's Crossing Your Mind IV

The weather has definitely taken a turn for the better. It's time to go fishing.
 
Today is not my best day. I lost someone very dear over a decade ago on this day. That hole in the heart that never gets filled.
 
I wish that dream hadn’t put him on my mind again. Now I can’t stop replaying everything :rolleyes:
 
Michael Jackson may have left a deeply problematic legacy, but dude could make music.
 
I had something I wanted to say. But then I opened the thread so now all's that crossing my mind is...

Cockatars :D:D
 
Introspective thoughts.

I turned down an opportunity to have sex this week. Not because I don't want sex, but because I would have been having it purely for the sake of having it. Now, normally that doesn't bother me one bit. Frankly, it sounds refreshing.

But, despite all our conversations to the contrary, the woman involved seemed far more invested than I. I, speaking plainly, have no interest in anything beyond sex with her. Nor do I see any outcome where that changes. Maybe I've just grown used to being single. Maybe I'm just being selfish. But the more thought I invest into it, the more I come to see that I just don't need or desire a relationship. I'm comfortable with where my life is, and I don't feel incomplete or lonely. Not really.

And I don't want to be that dude. Better to be the asshole now rather than later. Maybe that's a choice I'll regret in the end, but it feels right. Particularly in these times, where my life is so out of control from a schedule standpoint and everybody seems to need or want something every minute of every day. I don't have the energy even if it was something I really wanted.

But it also means changing the way I look at things myself. It's not fair to lament my sexual drought when it is now well and truly self inflicted. It's no longer hard times or lack of opportunities. It is now officially a choice I have made. And right this second, that feels right as well. Less taking control of my own destiny than simply owning my path. Moving with purpose, acting with intent. Being the driver of my life rather than simply a passenger to be moved from place to place with the wind, the currents or the whims of the heavens.

I can live with that.

Strange times.
 
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