Every time I seem to want to write something about women my age I am reminded of the amount of time spent on the books that I have been trying to write for a long long time now. The protagonist is a true lover of the opposite sex but just doesn't seem to hit the right note and --spoiler but who cares-- either ends up killing all his love interests or loses them because he is not interested in anything but sheer revenge and motivation for a higher cause.
In some ways I feel that I fall into the same thinking, considering I am writing the stupid books lol. I always seem to feel that a relationship that takes too much effort is like trying to move objects with your mind when you really can't. It's a more fruitful venture to consider yourself human and move on with the options given to you because of your unique placement in the mad world we live in.
Women in general aren't really bad and in some cases are the sole reason some of us find the time to put smiles on our truly depressed faces. Alas, with all the good must also come the bad considering the fact that nothing good really exists without something bad to balance it out. I think a sabbatical is in order and to do that I need to break/burn some bridges that I really do not want to. Unfortunately the end result is going to be beneficial for me and if I really and truly put my mind back into things that actually make me happy I will be a better and more wiser person for doing so.
On with the show ...
Music while writing this blog -- Xpress - Lazy (Radio Edit)
Favorite Word of the Moment -- Boom
Expected death count for the day -- too large to count
Realization for the day -- Cows don't fly, shit does.
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