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03/15/2006: "My problem: Respect isn't a Turn-on"
I've been super-productive over the past week. I've had some time off work (Spring Break) and have been spending most of my afternoons in the library, reading and writing. It's almost amazing how much time I have, I wonder . . . oh, yeah. No social life.
I actually pissed a friend off pretty badly this morning for (of all things) being respecful of her wishes. My poor social skills strike again! No wonder I'm so lonely. For the love of non-existent God: Thena left me for a guy that treats her like shit, and then brags about it on his website! I treated her like a fucking queen, and homeboy is pulling shit I would never have gotten away with. Or, maybe I would have . . . maybe she wouldn't have left if I treated her like crap. I guess I've gotta learn to be an asshole: I've gotta learn to act like I have the IQ of a fencepost, to grunt in time, to cheat, to ignore and to mistreat in order to attract the fairer sex. It worked on her, apparently. It seems that although I'm pretty adept at acquiring the phone numbers, when they receive my message in the sober light of day my call is not worth returning. They're pity numbers, I guess--throwing a bone to the lonely old philosopher who has more than a passing aquaintance with morality.
I was supposed to be making noise with the boys tonight, but the drummer and guitarist can't make it. So, I'm back to writing some more. My day tomorrow is pretty full, but I will have some more library time on Friday . . . I've got nothing better to do. My work is a demanding mistress. And although women may leave you when you treat them with respect and dignity, but semantic theory doesn't. And it doesn't nag, either.