Broken traditions...

I have finally broken my tradition. And all it took was 3 blogs. I just read Maine's blog and something she said kinda stuck in my head. I brought about a totally different train of thought though. Not so much what she said but when I read it, it just brought this flood of thoughts about romance.

Romance is a warm feeling. A feeling of being loved and loving someone. Being with someone and sharing an intimate, non-sexual moment. Lust, for all its worth, is neither romantic or warm. But rather a cold feeling of desperation to release sexual tention. Love on the other hand, is the feeling of security, and a person feels most secure when he/she is held close to someone warm. However, guys being guys, the feeling of love tends to be overpowered by lust once the senstion of touch is felt.

I make a lousy boyfiend/husband. I am conceited, selfish, smoke like a chimney and I fart at odd times. Why someone would have put up with me for more than 15 years is as much as mystery to me as the Lochness Monster, Sasquach and Area 51. I can understand, however that after such a long period of time, being with the same person, that the fire of passion dies down. But I hate that feeling. No more intimacy, bye bye kisses and farewell "I love yous" in a phone conversation. It's just not the same as dating.

I've tried. God I've tried but when the other side doesn't reciprocate, after 5 years, it's about time I give up and face the facts that the relationship issn't gonna be what it was during the first 10 years.

I'm about to embark on a great business crusade. I hope I'll do well in it. In desperation, my loving, doting parents have decided to visit traditional Chinese fortune tellers. Surprising as it may seem, those that have been said to be reliable ones, even though they're miles apart and probably don't know each other say the same thing. 3 years is what it's gonna take for my business to take off. I hope I can last that long. My supplies are beginning to dwindle.

Nick thinks that I'm old-fashioned and live in the past. Well, that's probably because I'm afraid of what the future holds for me, as well as the fact that the past has been the best time I've had so far. I'd love to move away from this place. Start fresh. It's an easy way out but the other road's too much a killer. I can't take the easy way out though so I'd probably die taking the alternative route.

Finally caught up with sleep. Gosh it felt good getting my full 8 hours for once. I guess all I needed was a little sleep and to be able to live in my little dreamland for a few hours does miracles.

Time to cook brunch. Bacon and eggs it will be today.

Reminder: Do it with a shirt on!

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