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| Cop out, excuse, label as you will. I've rarely found contact with humans fun, rewarding or even kind-hearted. And I only know so many people, so if it's most of a tiny pool, I'm glad I don't know many. So did I deserve it, bring it on or attract it? Yes, no, perhaps, and a mix at times. End of the day, I realize we all live in a fantasy land. Even if the whole world endorses it it's still fantasy. But in that scenario, as the Army taught, if you're the only one doing something, you're wrong...even if you're right...:/ 'If you ain't cheatin, you ain't tryin!' another maxim. And thus, why they gave the hundreds of thousands of idiots in the army a code of conduct dog tag. Because we know (we do) that people aren't raised believing or acting the same way.
I'm not amazing, trust me, you'll live your whole life without benefit of my company and never miss me. Let's face it, if I were super amazing awesome dude, it's unlikely no matter my schedule, I'd 'need/want' to post anything here. But, this isn't really a dating profile. I believe what I want, is only in my head, were I to get it, I'd want details changed or something else entirely. Not plausible, let alone realistic. Which is all cool, billions of man, not all are gonna have family, friends, etc, the American Dream. Life goes on.
Since I'm not supero awesomeo amazingo dude, you should have or soon clicked away, which is nice, that means I can stop typing. Even the sound of your own voice is more than you want to deal with at times. Witty, funny nah, wry perhaps, I'm nearing 40. I've been seriously with 3 women, 2-6 mos' (warning bell #9609t609). I do adore watching you people, your facades and charades, more involved and interesting than TV, and I gave that up a few years back (No, I'm not really enlightened, but addicted to WoW). I believe the average Idahoan spud has more creativity than I do, but I would love to write, or draw, play some instrument (Really inspired by Bill Pullman's sax performance in Lost Highway). But I seem to lack any oz of noticeable talent. And that may just be me, a few have liked the way I've ordered words. In case you're masochistic enough or have the time, to still be here consider what's real in our lives. Our children, family, our food, our homes. Yet many go to work and fill out paperwork that's relevant for about 10 minutes, then warehoused in Cleveland. Our earth is large, but it's entirely an enclosed system. Put 1/millionth the pollutants in your local fish tank and see it die very fast. An average person who thinks of themselves as 'good', will also say so what, not my problem. I'll be dead, and continue to litter. To be accurate, the earth is far more larger and complicated and even capable of resisting a certain amount of pollutants. But damn your ancestors to filth, (you're dead, bfd, right?). Then go home, hug your family, upkeep on your home, smile at your beautiful kids. Only that matters to each man, woman and child on this planet. That little bit we call our own, it's universal, it's true. And it's why we can't agree, cooperate, make our earth a heaven.
Most of us will live out an average, drone-like life, though we won't be aware of it. We all live n die the same. Some may sleep on leaves, others leaves of gold. We all hurt, want, feel, hate. But we choose money, greed, always the uglier path. Who made us, our purpose, I would love to know someday. Make sense. Millions of wives, daughters, fathers, babies died yesterday, more today. The more we fill the earth, the more and more we will bury. God bless us in our blind stupidity, we need the help. You see now, I'm just stark raving bonkers, so click x for safety and don't look back. I was never real anyway, just an online profile. Go on n enjoy your babe's, your stucco two-story in ipanema. We still got a few years to go. And like you, I'll go on just fine w/o. Enjoy the air, the moments, spend more time with the fam, it doesn't last.
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