02-02-2013, 10:49 PM
Your boyfriend sounds like all the boyfriends of my girlfriends. When they're using the computer things, their relationship statuses say: "It's Complicated". And I should say it is.
They have their computer life; their social drug life with their boyfriends; and then there's me, girls come to me when all else fails, and things fail for them a lot.
Hunter Thompson said something like: You can turn your back on a person; but never a drug...
I don't believe you can turn your back on anyone. And you don't even have to, because they'll stab you right in the chest, or between the eyes. Drug culture is a very paranoid world, and it's addictive: the paranoia is addictive.
Then you have people snort pills, smoke pot, put some headphones on, sit in front of the computer carrying on ten different conversations at once, with their cellphone vibrating next to the keyboard, staring at Michio Kaku and friendly and inviting Freemasons going through the motions of badly acted initiation rituals on tv....And when you screw one of the headphones out of their ear to ask them if they want to go get some dinner, they snap at you with some deep, heartwrenching lament like: "You don't understand me!"
Of course they don't say that to me. They say that I do understand them. That's why they stay the fuck away from me.
They have their computer life; their social drug life with their boyfriends; and then there's me, girls come to me when all else fails, and things fail for them a lot.
Hunter Thompson said something like: You can turn your back on a person; but never a drug...
I don't believe you can turn your back on anyone. And you don't even have to, because they'll stab you right in the chest, or between the eyes. Drug culture is a very paranoid world, and it's addictive: the paranoia is addictive.
Then you have people snort pills, smoke pot, put some headphones on, sit in front of the computer carrying on ten different conversations at once, with their cellphone vibrating next to the keyboard, staring at Michio Kaku and friendly and inviting Freemasons going through the motions of badly acted initiation rituals on tv....And when you screw one of the headphones out of their ear to ask them if they want to go get some dinner, they snap at you with some deep, heartwrenching lament like: "You don't understand me!"
Of course they don't say that to me. They say that I do understand them. That's why they stay the fuck away from me.