hmmmm

I think due to the recent tumultuous events regarding relationships, I have taken on the notion that love is a story that unfolds much the same way for me. First there are excitement and anticipation, followed by uncertainty and suspicion, and then it ends. I’m seeing a few guys right now, again, and honestly I feel like a spectator. I’m just hanging around to see the story; front row seats in my own life.

I’m not terribly worried about any of them actually liking me. They all are showing the same signs as what I’m used to. Maybe if I could learn to use people in a heartless, cold manner. Course I’d have to learn an evil way to laugh, and maybe get a cape. This is going to take some preparation.

But really, I feel like love is a concept in the past I thought I understood, but now I feel like it’s a fable told by rabbits. I think this is the absolute refractory period for my heart.