Mental Anatomy of an Awkward Teenaged Boy.

I give you, the mental anatomy of the awkward teenaged boy, and how he feels about the opposite sex, in the 2^nd person:

This is how it is, plain and simple. You usually don’t have a girlfriend. You longed for a girlfriend. You longed so hard, in fact, that you started to blame your problems on the fact that you didn’t have a girlfriend. You actually started making excuses for yourself and the problems you let stay by assuming they were attached to not having a girlfriend. You made a mistake. By believing that all your problems come with not having a girlfriend you believe that said problems will disappear if you get a girlfriend. Well, this is a deadly, deadly trap to fall into. Because when you *do* get a girlfriend those problems aren’t going to go away. And you won’t know why. I mean, you have a girlfriend, after all. Shouldn’t everything just clear up? No. No it won’t. You just let your life come to shit because you were a lazy, self-depreciating piece of shit, who got so wound up in your own emotionally dramatic life-is-a-play bullshit self-pity fantasy world that you couldn’t live in the same reality everyone else was making headway in. So there you go. And the icing on the cake? How about this: When things didn’t work out with the first girl that would actually date you (because you’re a fucking train-wreck) you thought there was something wrong (and there was, it was you) so, in what has got to be the most stupid, self-centered-because-you’re-doing-it-for-yourself-and-yourself-only thing you could possibly do, you “love her more”. You smother the shit out of her, and just like that, she’s outta there. After everything is done, once every pin has fallen and you’re all alone once again, the sad irony smiles. You know there’s something wrong with you, but you can’t figure it out. So you cry.

Now I know that that may say a lot about me, but I pray you, don’t judge. Once upon a time that might have been a decent mental sketch of my ill thought out attitude towards the opposite sex, but these days, it’s just a teeny bit different. I deal with my problems the way real people deal with problems, by either ignoring them, or stabbing whoever is responsible. There’s no stupid teenage boy attitude in here anymore. I am not an awkward teenaged boy. I’m just a guy who’s happy to be with someone I can care about.

Welp, that was a hell of a lot more than I originally intended to put up in my blog. Come on everybody, Gregoire’s head is open, the waters warm, come on in!

I’m happy, I’m warm and my tongue is sore, does that equal a mopey, sad Gregoire? Pah! I am feeling very good. I just wanted to let my brain explore the keyboard for a little while. Next time I’ll shorten the leash. See you tomorrow sexies.