Cloudy day in here. A message arrives from a friend who I texted earlier to meet for lunch. He says he hadn't received it cuz of the battery problem. Clever excuse, since I actually saw him in a restaurant with a smallish and not so cuteish girl chatting along. Probably ditched my invite in order to meet a girl. Nothing bad about it, I'm not angry at all. Even if I was, I'd be shooting myself in the foot since I can choose between getting angry with him and losing one potential lunch acquaintance, or staying cool and having a potential lunch mate on another cloudy day. Easy choice.
However some choices in life are all but easy. People are commodities, bought and sold daily like stocks, which are, btw, unless you were under a rock for the past 2 years, roaring like young happy bulls ready to fuck. For me fucking is important. That's my weakness since it drags down my productivity (how about using this one in a job interview?). Chilling around the campus or sitting in a library, I'd like to fuck all of them. And some of them even literally. I dream upon body after body, gracious females in knee boots, young asian girl in leather pants, funny hippie with converse. Those are all potential buying opportunities passing everyday.
But then, why I'm reluctant to buy? Because I'm too timid to rise my voice in the pit and say "I WANT...BUY, BUY..."? Maybe I could benefit from a dating coach? I beg to differ.
I'm not buying because I'm already invested. In a dubious thing called monogamy. Value of people fluctuates like in the stock market, one goes to university, lands an internship, gets an offer, buys nice car and house and the value goes up, and up...It's a trend. And the trend is your friend. Girls come, lifestyle is superb, bed spot nothes go from A to AA to AAA. And then the guy gets hit by a bus, his insurance won't pay cuz he was drunk after party, he loses money on healthcare, lack of funding strains the relationships, cruel corporation dismisses him and the personal value crashes...People delete him from Facebook and won't even poke him anymore and he dies miserable, slowly, in pain. Then there are those who workout, get nice body and a girl, marry first nice rule and then they get fat and lazy, the girl ditches them, they workout again and put up a nice borrowed car and a fancy tshirt, the value goes up, get another girl, revert to a routine, the value goes down...a sideways pattern.
If someone asked me what bothers me the most is if you buy a top and the person's value goes down or declines. I feel I'm personally living through that. And I am a stubborn young happy bull. I keep keeping the stock hoping it will somehow turn around, that it will continue to meet my standards and demands.
What I covered in my previous posts, if at least there was someone to shout BUY, BUY after my girl and speculate up the price. It's more about perceived value than a true value after all, think about that one! So I beg you, go after my girl, stare at her desirably, tell how beautiful and valuable she is, how irresistible she is even without any makeup or fancy high heels. Because people tend to forget and fall in a rut.
And I'm desperate keeping something that (in my eyes) loses value, but hardly I'll sell. We rarely sell, just keep holding and hoping the stock will turn around. After all we are such young happy bulls.
However some choices in life are all but easy. People are commodities, bought and sold daily like stocks, which are, btw, unless you were under a rock for the past 2 years, roaring like young happy bulls ready to fuck. For me fucking is important. That's my weakness since it drags down my productivity (how about using this one in a job interview?). Chilling around the campus or sitting in a library, I'd like to fuck all of them. And some of them even literally. I dream upon body after body, gracious females in knee boots, young asian girl in leather pants, funny hippie with converse. Those are all potential buying opportunities passing everyday.
But then, why I'm reluctant to buy? Because I'm too timid to rise my voice in the pit and say "I WANT...BUY, BUY..."? Maybe I could benefit from a dating coach? I beg to differ.
I'm not buying because I'm already invested. In a dubious thing called monogamy. Value of people fluctuates like in the stock market, one goes to university, lands an internship, gets an offer, buys nice car and house and the value goes up, and up...It's a trend. And the trend is your friend. Girls come, lifestyle is superb, bed spot nothes go from A to AA to AAA. And then the guy gets hit by a bus, his insurance won't pay cuz he was drunk after party, he loses money on healthcare, lack of funding strains the relationships, cruel corporation dismisses him and the personal value crashes...People delete him from Facebook and won't even poke him anymore and he dies miserable, slowly, in pain. Then there are those who workout, get nice body and a girl, marry first nice rule and then they get fat and lazy, the girl ditches them, they workout again and put up a nice borrowed car and a fancy tshirt, the value goes up, get another girl, revert to a routine, the value goes down...a sideways pattern.
If someone asked me what bothers me the most is if you buy a top and the person's value goes down or declines. I feel I'm personally living through that. And I am a stubborn young happy bull. I keep keeping the stock hoping it will somehow turn around, that it will continue to meet my standards and demands.
What I covered in my previous posts, if at least there was someone to shout BUY, BUY after my girl and speculate up the price. It's more about perceived value than a true value after all, think about that one! So I beg you, go after my girl, stare at her desirably, tell how beautiful and valuable she is, how irresistible she is even without any makeup or fancy high heels. Because people tend to forget and fall in a rut.
And I'm desperate keeping something that (in my eyes) loses value, but hardly I'll sell. We rarely sell, just keep holding and hoping the stock will turn around. After all we are such young happy bulls.