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Damn it! Stupid idiotic hateful ire. I have heard way too many times from women that I am too good for them. Or that they are too bad for me, that their pasts are too sordid, and their problems too great. Where the hell is a woman who will give me a chance. How, along the way, did I become too good of a guy to date? What the heck is that? How does that make any sense? I'm about fed up with it. To make matters worse it appears I have lost the battle. I fought the past for the future and once again I lost. But this time I lost so much. It has not been confirmed yet, but actions speak louder than words. Even so I must now wait for the aff or the neg. Did I ever get a chance? That alone is probably the most frustrating part, having been declared the looser of the game before I was given a chance to play. But, that is the way of things, is it not? The way of this life unequal in manner or means. The way... So now what, I suppose first I await the inevitable and cross my fingers that fate grant me a real chance, then I find a new fun destructive distractive hobby (the destructive part is just to add fun). Perhaps a mindless repetitive, sensate activity, such as over-drinking, or some such other replacement. I suppose I could be constructive and build something, or put more time into that job thing...
But otherwise it's been beautiful out. Perfect cruis'n weather... Or it was yesterday... Today the dark clouds match my mood, today I yell BRING FORTH THE STORM!!!
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