The issue is not King's Quest.
The issue is not what girls want from guys.
And the issue has nothing to do with what my old roommate thinks of me.
The issue is work and school. All the time I feel like guys feel right after an orgasm.
The issue is pot. Not the munchies or the enjoyment of music, but the weird new reputation I seem to be forming. I never thought I'd be a stoner in people's eyes. The conundrum is that if I hide my highness from them, they think I'm a stoner and an antisocialite, and if I go out in public high, they think I'm a stoner and a sell-out. And, in my defense, I really have always wanted to author a children's book--it's just a terrible coincidence what with the new rep, and it makes the ladies want to rip off their skin and jump into salt water.
The issue is my friends. They all want sex more than my company.
The issue is sex. I want sex more than the company of my friends.
The issue is cell phones. Nobody answers anymore. Nobody. Texting blows like a drunk chick who passed out face-first on some fat guy's dick.
I'm waiting for good luck, and I really didn't want to write this post. See I'm glad now that whenever luck does eventually come, I'll be able to have a reference point. I'll read this and be like "oohhhhh THAT's how shitty things were. thank god for this new luck."
Yesterday I saw a man with no legs dragging himself across the ground, pushing a bowl in front of him with his head. I'm not going to say life could be worse, because that man, possibly ignorant of what is better, could be perfectly happy. You on the other hand know what is better and might be unhappy because you don't have whats better. But at least you've got legs, I think, and I believe we can all agree about how awesome that is. Cheer up, things often turn around.
Posted by: Naimul at June 23, 2007 2:57 AMheyy my friend. question- how do guys feel right after they have an orgasm? i'm confused. you don't feel satisfied and relaxed? or are you saying just like... coming down. not cuming, but like coming down of of a drug. man, you sound like you just got done reading some hardcore russian lit. look, you do what you want. and talk to your friends and say exactly what you said here. just be like, "! man. i enjoy smoking weed. and i'm not a stoner. or a sell-out. or antisocial. sometimes i may be antisocial becasue i feel like you are judging when i get high and i may seem like a stoner because i feel like you don't accept me and are pushing me into this stereotype." the only way to get out of your conundrum is through honest dialogue. remember ms. weedberg? the "it makes me feel _____ when you ____" and how much we made fun of them? well i'm willing to accept that that statement works. i've tested it. it's a little awkward at first because it is rare in western culture to be so honest but i think if you are, you will feel much better. one of the things i've liked so much about this last year is that there haven't been phones and televisions and all my friends and i do at night is sit and talk and tell stories and are honest with eachother and don't lie and talk about our history, etc. etc. and these are amazing friends that know me as well as my best friends back home. sitting in a room with just candle light (no electricity) playing drinking games or just playing with the wax and talking. people need to communicate more. you'll be fine. good luck will come your way as long as you don't sell-out and continue with the bad things you don't like. cheer up! i bet a lot of your friends feel the same way you do. i love you and so does your mommy. i feel like disney movies are good for these crises.
Posted by: jayme at June 23, 2007 7:57 AMshhh i'm trying to wallow! and i'm afraid if i stop, my goldsworth drawings will get worse.
Posted by: towel at June 24, 2007 10:28 AMLike Jayme said, honesty is the answer.
Texting pisses me off, and so does IM a lot. I feel you on most of this stuff.
Joel told me that girls hate mary jane, I think he may be right.
we don't hate mary jane. we hate when we're the second girl in your life, and not the first. that bitch keeps stealing all my men. it sucks :(
Posted by: jayme at June 25, 2007 9:25 AM