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Thursday, July 21, 2005

"I'll Never Join You!"

At least someone's angry with me, and willing to go through the implications in detail. Things were looking peachy keen for a while there, enough people seeming to understand the situation, but no. It was a bad thing to have done, and the justifications don't stack up against the damage caused.

only seems like it took five minutes to resolve my own feelings of injustice, but it took longer. Justifying this kind of behavior as acceptable in the wake of such an event can only go so far, and it's gone far enough. I might not be looking for love, but just cos I ain't lookin' don't mean I have to turn to the dark side. The experience and skills I've developed don't have to be used for evil purposes, and I don't have to stay bitter forever just because I'm not naive.

It is possible to care for a woman without being in love, or being a sleaze - it's a far better way to be the way I am right now. It's possible to fall in love, and for that to be a good thing - it's not always a sucker's game and just cos you lucked out once, doesn't mean you have to stop playing.

sometimes i think i'm a sleaze when i'm drunk because I want to make trouble, but it's really cos I don't have the guts to be undrunk and talk to cute girls. that my mates aren't going out with. when it was just the boys out, they used to call it courage, when it was drunken desparation. I still only sleep on half of the bed, so maybe i don't want to be as single as i think i do.

having said that, treat your women with some respect, because i'm not the only sleaze out there. if they respect you back, you won't have to be paranoid about lawnmowers.
posted by Keegan at 12:12 pm

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