When people in my past treated me as though they had OPTIONS. Hold her, hold her.
Sometimes I wonder if it would had been easier if I was born straight; or bi, and then a woman walks past—NOPE.
Pure ta race.
Eventually, your brain gets to move on and stops spoiling certain names, songs, or words by association.
The girl says; “I know people from…” I’m pleased to hear that, now go back to them and finish what you’ve started.
Or, the know-how and when to draw the line aka enough is enough.
Stranger; “Given any circumstances in any serious love relationships you’ve ever had been, have you ever cheated and/or wanted to cheat on any of them.”
Me; “I am too proud.”
We have been taught in the Western world that being independent, non-attached, and by oneself is a virtue. An empowering freedom and a sign of strength; doing anything you desire, whenever you want. I reckon that since many years now it has only made my life dull and meaningless; doing anything I want, whatever and whenever I desire. I guess this Western world world was never meant for me, and neither is.