Once again, the pictures already have 1000 words associated with them, so I am just going to tell an unrelated story between the pics….
Those of you who have known me for a long time know that I am generally not dating anyone.
I am picky, it is what it is.
There are reasons for that, some maybe a bi gun shy, but that is not the only thing.
As it turns out I have a weird set of standards that must be observed.
When these standards are not observed, bad things happen.
First, you must be a certain amount of crazy.
Not completely bat-shit, yelling at the walls, crying in alleys crazy.
But you have to have an interesting outlook on what is reality.
Your outlook on reality still has to be somewhat grounded in reality.
There are no contrails, lizard people, hollow/flat Earth, God, other nonsense things allowed.
You have to be crazy, but grounded, I hope that this makes some sort of sense.
Drugs are another thing, I am not a complete square about these things.
However, I am past the age where I am going to go hog-wild now.
I like my beer, and I like feeling in control of my existence too much to change.
I also don’t like change all that much, but that is a story for another photo set.
Another thing is that I do not believe in children.
Not that they don’t exist, just that I should never have one, I have no urge.
This led to the end of the first major relationship, but that was way back in the way back machine.
God is another thing, I am allergic to religious people.
But anywho, I have had a few relationships that went well.
Not many, but a few.
I am a bit on the awkward/shy/geeky/strange/insert adjective here side….
I also like ellipses as I have been noticing, please note always 4 at the end of a sentence.
Three is for a break, but not a discontinuation, four denotes the end of the sentence.
But I had a relationship that was going well.
Things seemed to be working, but problems always pop up.
Suitably crazy, also intelligent, capable of dealing with my communication issues.
Of which there are many.
There were a few things that I found difficult to deal with.
And there were a few things that she found difficult to deal with.
Eventually things just fell apart.
No ones fault but each others combining to create the insurmountable.
That is done, and there is a lot more to the story, but it is not for a blog post.
Or it is for a blog post, just not this one.
These are casual stories, not serious ones.
I hope you are not disappointed.
But this is just the way things are.
You can’t always get what you want, but if you try, sometimes, you get what you need.