I’m dwelling on a comfort zone that is secure and safe. It might not be something that I know I may want right now but it is something I know that I need because hell, this is it.
This is something good and whenever we have something good, we tend to screw it up. Why people go for the things that hurt them is the same thing as saying it makes them pass on the responsibility of someone else to do the dirty work for them. Has anyone ever been comfortable of something good when she knows she will just screw it up herself?
People are attracted to things that they know will make them feel good about themselves even to the point of knowing it is not a good place to be there in the first place because when something goes wrong, the fingers do not point to them.
But this is good. This is so good. It’s a magic moment.
I always have “magic moments” with someone whether I am in the mere presence of people, a peck, or even in an absence. Its not a lonely world and it feels good to say that. I have attempted to turn loneliness into sadness and blame it all on circumstances. For what? For being the crazy soul that I am that requires major analysis and minor action.
They will be arrogant and full of themselves. They are superior – by nature. But for real? Their inferiority lies between their balls and it’s written all over their faces. Women can control their emotions and they cannot. They are inferior because they know how powerful a woman can be… that’s why they use their fists. Or their acerbic wit. And women are sadists.
They are not taught reason and understanding and self-discipline – his father doesn’t have it… and his mother doesn’t teach him that… she isn’t his teacher.
Awww… cute babies. Such sweet things. I just remembered a magic moment… and sadly, that was it.
Just a moment.
Someone asked me, “Why do you like me?” I said, “Because you remind me of something that makes me realize that I have a good shot of making it right this time.”