I miss you like hell, with every dysfunctional unhealthy cell in my rotting body.
وضعیتها
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دوجین سال و اندی ماه
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از پست اولم تا به امروز دوازده سال و سه ماه و چند روز گذشته و من همچنان آن تنبلم که بودم.
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To kick the punch or to punch the kicks?
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Apparently the safest and easiest way to achieve a goal, any goal?, is to bullshit your way through it. Too bad I never learnt how to bullshit, otherwise I would’ve made it.
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In another life, perhaps I could have been actually good in something. ANYTHING.
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Abominability*
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Apparently I am tolerable to some point, superficial mostly. The moment things get a tad bit intimate, the other party (without a single exception, regardless of the nature of the connection) realizes the dull tedious boring monster which has been lurking around, waiting for a chance to attack them.
However that is not the problematic part (troublesome? sure. But I am used to it by now). What bothers me most is the ways they choose to rid of me. In more than one occasion, I was told that they are not into men. “Yay, good for you, I applaud your courage.”. Only to be introduced to their new male partners in a matter of days.
A great number of my friendships ended up with them vanishing in thin air. Out of no where, in a sunny great looking morning, they stopped talking to me.
Again, given the frequency of it, the definitive culprit is me and only me. No argue there.*Not sure even “Abominability” is a word.
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In preparation of Logan, time to brush up and read it again.
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I have never claimed to have the slightest understanding of people or what they do. I however can appreciate some parts. One particular habit I find absurd is the obsession with quotes and these so called motivational sentences. May be it is the dullard in me but why would “Stop being sad, be happy” end one’s sadness? If it were that easy surely there is something fishy about the whole shebang.
