Sometimes I scare myself

For all the things I've ever blogged about: being torn, keeping someone waiting, making excuses and trying not to appear desperate; it's time I actually took a step back as a person who is actually on the losing end, the one who's waiting, waiting for clues and pushing the excuses aside. Damn, it's pathetic. I get told that "I'm not really Superman and no one in particular is Lois Lane (read the previous entry)." Yeah, go ahead and say it's not me. Go ahead and give yourself that peace of mind. I know I've done it before and I guess I deserve it. That sounded selfish. It was the most interesting mood I could adopt for this paragraph.

Somehow I feel so much better knowing things aren't meant to be. Such misfortunes justify my "pessimistic" vision of remaining single for the rest of my life. I think I'll go read and and feel pissed and better at the same time.

Plenty of fish in the sea, right? I almost caught a fish, until I saw the medium-sized bass. I hope my bait's still intact.