Funny. But I don't care much for other people any more. There seem to be a few people that matter to me, and that's all that kinda matters.
No I haven't changed. I'm not less fun for myself, I still enjoy my own company a great deal, it's just that it's a lot less fun for them when they realize that its tiring screwing around. Most girls aren't fools, even the really insecure ones.
Sooner or later, someone better will come along, someone that will actually be worth their time, and they wouldn't think twice about forgetting what you once meant to them. And it's just too bad. Isn't it.
Parties, sitting around eating very happy pizzas, that's all kinda fun and I'll do it when I feel like it but its quite pathetic to ask for an invite to these things, isn't it, and its silly to think that they'd be fun anyway if you don't already know the people intimately.
I've just realized the things that matter and the things that don't. Most times, most things don't matter. There's nothing more important than amusement and keeping yourself happy, and giving up something good now for the sake of the future proves you're not free, you're still locked in by time.
The people that presume they live the hedonistic life aren't actually living the hedonistic life. They're really thinking about being locked down to one person, so they do their best not to. Although they might be happier and less pathetic if they actually appreciated the things in front of them; the women that come their way.
It doesn't make sense to me. I'm with Bakry now, and it's too late for everyone else, and it wasn't as if they weren't given a chance, but it's not like it would have worked out anyway. I couldn't stand most of them. But it just seems ridiculous to me that its only after I'm not available that they start making an effort at trying to talk to me. It's quite pathetic.
Don't you think ?
