Right now

I think I have given up on this whole relationship thing. I just don't feel like it. It's not worth the hassle, nor the phone calls, and the dabbling in the art of body language interpretation.

The sad thing is, though, I think that now that I've pretty much come to terms with being alone, that I will end up finding someone. That's the nature of the world, man(hippy speak). Fate likes to mess with us. Fate is all like "Hey, you got a pair of new white pristine shoes? Well now there's a mudslide coming your way, about feet level. Sorry." Fate is kind of a jerk that way. Just when you get comfortable, Fate taps you on the shoulder and says "Nope." Self-righteous bigot.

But hasn't always been the world's nature to go against us? When we don't need war, there is war. And where there are poor, and homeless, flood waters rise.

I mean, just look at the Great Famine in Ireland. When they needed potatoes, no potatoes. That's Fate. Fate is a cruel mistress. Unless it's a he. Then Fate is a cruel mister. Which is a completely different story.