Friday, April 2, 2004
So I'm drunk. And this is where a lot of my thoughts come through. It's as though my brain and my fingers are slippery and there is little friction between thoughts and expressions.
All it takes is a topic and the following rush of determination.
So let me rant about "the game." You know that game. The male/female game. The one in which we pretend to not care about each other and keep our initial distance to therefore create an even stronger attraction to the opposite sex. I hate the game. And I think most of us do. But the game continues regardless. And we must play the game unless we want to go home every night with our friends. Those that refuse to play the game degenerate themselves to appearing needy or like a tool (excluding those exempt few with billboard features or reputations that preceed them).
The genuine person will do all he or she can to find a true connection with another person, to push past the insecure bullshit. But we're vulnerable by nature and the natural unknowing that accompanies an initial attraction keeps us from letting go and we make our distance until we're more certain. And I think a lot of potential relationships are lost because of it.
We're such a silly species.
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