Forever is gonna Start tOnight...
Somehow I can't find anymore inspiration to bloG. Is it passe? Am I daunted by the fear of making verbal mistakes which unintentionally insult others or reveal a more sinister side of myself?
Somehow I can't find anymore inspiration to think about sex. It is one big paradox. For simplicity sake, lets just classify all the women in this world under two general classes. Virgins and Whores. I'm no MCP, this is just a hypothesis.
So i see a scantily clad girl who behaves like a tart. So she belongs to the 'Whore' group. Physically, she would be attractive, maybe she might look good to bed. No, not cuddle her to bed type, but the jump in and waste no time type. Thats the problem...this group of girls would be too low class to bed, hence my lack of interest.
So there is a demure girl who is caring and considerate. So she belongs to the 'Virgins' group. She might be pleasant looking, maybe in the sweet way. She might be a motherly figure and probably might be submissive in bed. That's the problem...with this group of girls, sex would be the last thing on my mind. I might end up telling them bedtime stories and how wishing under the stars would make them come true.
I know...a girl does not lie on the extremes of the spectrums I've laid out. By limiting to two classes, I'm effectively forcing myself into a stalemate and confining myself. Sadly, I've not met a girl who is the right balance between the two ends yet. And really, if such a girl really comes along, a whole new dimension of problems will arise.
But that is just being pessimistic. How difficult can it be to put your pen back into the pen cap?Sex is difficult only because the mind is reluctant.
Somehow I can't find anymore inspiration to bloG. Because it is all but crap. Creativity died the day my mind started to think creatively. It died because of the backstabbers, moneygrabbers, users, abusers, haters, instigators, non-believers, etc. It died because there is no longer any purpose for it.
Somehow I can't find anymore inspiration to think about sex. It is one big paradox. For simplicity sake, lets just classify all the women in this world under two general classes. Virgins and Whores. I'm no MCP, this is just a hypothesis.
So i see a scantily clad girl who behaves like a tart. So she belongs to the 'Whore' group. Physically, she would be attractive, maybe she might look good to bed. No, not cuddle her to bed type, but the jump in and waste no time type. Thats the problem...this group of girls would be too low class to bed, hence my lack of interest.
So there is a demure girl who is caring and considerate. So she belongs to the 'Virgins' group. She might be pleasant looking, maybe in the sweet way. She might be a motherly figure and probably might be submissive in bed. That's the problem...with this group of girls, sex would be the last thing on my mind. I might end up telling them bedtime stories and how wishing under the stars would make them come true.
I know...a girl does not lie on the extremes of the spectrums I've laid out. By limiting to two classes, I'm effectively forcing myself into a stalemate and confining myself. Sadly, I've not met a girl who is the right balance between the two ends yet. And really, if such a girl really comes along, a whole new dimension of problems will arise.
But that is just being pessimistic. How difficult can it be to put your pen back into the pen cap?Sex is difficult only because the mind is reluctant.
Somehow I can't find anymore inspiration to bloG. Because it is all but crap. Creativity died the day my mind started to think creatively. It died because of the backstabbers, moneygrabbers, users, abusers, haters, instigators, non-believers, etc. It died because there is no longer any purpose for it.
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