Oh, to be young and single. Going out is lots of fun and all, but then you come home and flop on your bed, and you see "The Queen Is Dead" in your cd collection, and feel "I Know It's Over" just begging to be played. "And if you're so very, very handsome..." Hence a retreat to the world of blogging. Anyway, adolescent angst is, like,
way overrated. Everyone I speak to is, when they get drunk and maudlin enough to admit it, desperate for a meaningful relationship, as if this is somehow going to solve all the world's ills. I have to admit I feel the anxious desire too. And yet my straight friends don't have this problem. For them the goal seems to be finding a girl with no emotions and large breasts. It gets me thinking about stereotypes... I had a really great chat with this guy from uni at a club tonight, and I'm thinking "Wow, we're really quickly becoming good friends." But of course this is all it will ever be, all I will ever allow it to be, and this guy, while charming, gay and probably available, just doesn't fit the bill. Why? because
only doomed relationships are acceptable. Yay for me.
