Monologue

I know I often fall in that trap of writing non sense that I probably at one point think is something of interest or important. I don’t want to appear like I am trying to pass my self off as a deep thinking intellectual. Nor do I want to appear like a passionate poet of some kind because I'm not.

Cliché, we often hear these things but never really get tired of it. We try to look for meaning out of some very innocuous lines. Profound we say, but in reality the exact opposite may be equally true.

Existential angst used to be in fashion but it took too much effort to think about why we exist. It is just easier to be a romantic and just crave or yearn for those things we cannot have. It’s easier to wonder about some silly idea and pass it off as brilliant and profound. Besides, some chicks really dig that. Pretenders that is all we are.

I sometimes think how much of my effort goes into trying to impress other people. Am I doing the things I do to make my self seem a bit more interesting than I really am? Maybe impress some unsuspecting girl and make her believe that you are smart, intelligent, sincere, passionate, and try to get her phone number and eventually get laid.

I want to get laid. No! I want to make love… I don’t want to go through life with a series of meaningless liaisons nor do I want to settle for anything less than true love. Yeah right…

First things first… you have to find a girl… a beautiful girl…

Fall in love… Then what?

Buy her flowers, chocolates… date… ahhh! This takes a lot of effort. Why can’t it be simpler?

You should wait until after Valentines Day so you wouldn’t have to spend too much on a fancy date, flowers, and all that stuff. Damn! I’m cheap.

If you’re a girl you are probably saying “what a cheap stupid Neanderthal!” come on… men bashing is a favorite pass time for a lot of girls. I can’t really blame you, having to live in what feminists would call a patriarchal society that frowns upon women making the first move must be a bitch. Reality bites! Ooopps another cliché…

So what are you afraid off? Do you really care what other people think? You shouldn’t worry about that too much, besides a lot of girls are really good at making their desires known in a very subtle manner and still retain plausible deniability.

Sometimes we say we are in love when in fact all we want is not to feel alone. We want somebody to send us text messages, an occasional phone call (maybe more if you are both using Sun), have a hand to hold when you’re walking at the mall, somebody to watch a movie with, and of course have really good sex. But is that really love. I don’t know. Your answer is as good as mine.

I wonder if I had written a happy ending to that blog entry of mine entitled “just another entry” would anyone have reacted. You’d probably think I was bragging. Tragedies sell better than happy endings. Just look at Romeo and Juliet, West Side Story, and Titanic. The search for the ideal love, the one that got away, and all those stupid clichés is inherent in all of us. People are so predictable…

So what is the point to all of this? Nothing! I’m wondering why anyone would even finish this whole thing. Maybe you need to get a life… don’t worry you’re not alone.