[tag]Women[/tag] are my greatest [tag]weakness[/tag]. When I have one my creativity is stifled and I get lazy. When I don’t have one I think more but at the same time my thoughts are preoccupied with getting one. My roommate went with me to the Tin Hat the other night and made an astute observation. He said (paraphrasing) “You need to stop this, you’re just wasting time. Coming here and hoping something will materialise by chance. You need to work on your self then other things will come.” As much as I hate to admit it he’s right. I’m letting the preoccupation of getting a woman run everything I do. I could be enriching myself in numerous ways. The again why do I want to do that, to make myself more attractive to women? Maybe that’s part of it, although I would like to think it’s bigger than that. Maybe not though, maybe I’m just an animal at heart and sex until I’m bored then move on to the next one is all that matters to me.
Hey, hey, I don’t know what to do.
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