For whatever reason, whether it's just the sparks of spring or the poor timing, I seem to be a refuge for the lonely, discontent, maladjusted, or rejected. And ya know, to an extent, that's totally okay with me. I don't mind listening. I don't mind lending any support I can give. I don't mind sharing feelings and stories. In fact, I often take pleasure in it.
But I keep hearing, in these discussions, "Gee, Katie, maybe you should just let love in." and "I'd like to handle things like you do, but I just can't." And i know why you can't, and I know why I can. Because I'm a stubborn piece of shit, and you, you are normal human beings to crave love, affection, and attention. I'm just scared shitless to either be rejected or to disappoint someone I feel for.
I make it clear to everyone I know that I don't have much self control. But it's not really that. It's only in regards to certain people, certain subjects, categories, aspects of my life. In regards to the male sex, go fuck yourself because really, truly, I'm just trying to hang out. Please pump the brakes. I'm just a girl that happens to identify socially with men easier than with women.
When I feel like I'm in love, I'll probably repress my feelings, and then inch by inch let it happen. In the meantime, I love all my dudes dearly, I'm just not trying to date. For the record, I'm still sick of being publicly dismissed by half my guy friends, but go ahead, text me when you need me, because you know I'll still be here listening. Pieces of shit. ;)
That's enough of a rant, and enough beers for a Wednesday night in Cincinnati. I can see how progressively worse this rant got as I went on. Perhaps a second attempt tomorrow. For now, recognize the beauty in raw honesty.