...too much...

Okay here it is Thursday, and in the last two days I have potentially got a job opening, realized the scandalous nature of McDonald's, stared down like eight guys and tried to go on a date with this chick named TJ. Oh yeah add to that turned in yet another paper and took a midterm, and you can see why I've been keeping on the low pretty much over the last few days. I'm sitting here wondering how is it possible that you can look at someone and just totally lust after them and they not know? Why can't symptoms be soo much more obvious? I keep looking around here just thinking to myself that it's so wrong. The human mind is a tortous device. Dammit! I hate this. I hate the fact that you can never be really direct with people. You can never tell them precisely what you feel, because YOU don't even KNOW how you feel. It's so wrong.

In British Literature we discussed about how virgins, (both male and female) were considered the highest form closest to God in the old days. God, how far we have fallen. Nowadays, if you're a virgin, you're considered pathetic and weak and of the fallen lineage, not of the holy one. The holy people are those who give the best blow job, can ride the best dick and so on. And those who haven't quite achieve the level of the divine porn star status can still be considered among the ranks of the elite because they're working their way up the chain.

Those who are so impartial to the idea of intimacy, don't realize what a gift they have been granted. There are so many things worse than they realize. Just to touch someone, to hold them is something that some people would die for. Yet it's thrown so freely here. America. The land of whores both male, female and transvestite.