I feel gripped by a sense of wanderlust. I just want to go somewhere, I want to be in other places and experience new things. But at the same time, I'm afraid of meeting new people. How does that work? Just another example of my head being busted. I say I hate something then I do something that's almost the same as it.
I walk everywhere. I have my bike now but I still seem to walk everywhere. Why walk? Why not? It requires nothing save a destination. And maybe clothes. Indecent exposure is not something I want to be prosecuted for.
Think I've had lyrics from this song before. But it's called "Break apart her heart" by Good Charlotte. Just from the title I think, "Can't. Won't. Moving on." But some of what it says makes a certain amount of good sense. Not all of it obviously. I won't be a jackass who is aloof and all the rest of that stuff. But Romanticism and prattle does little for a relationship unless the other person is into that. And the only real way to test that is to flat out ask or test it. Actually no. A little might be nice but I think that it would get tiresome after a time.
Tell me if I'm wrong or I'm right either way. I'd like to know.
I'm more than a little bit confused right now. More to just an overload of information rather than any problems.
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