All Day I Dream About. . . ?

11 04 2012

Sex?

*cough*. . .

Today’s white trash moment brought to you by Korn:

I don’t know what’s gotten into me. Perhaps it really does come down to hormones. Maybe my testosterone is through the roof. Maybe I should go see a doctor. But lately I’ve been approaching life in a very stereotypical “manly” sort of way. I have in fact been spending way too much time thinking about sex. Dating my way through Denver. Working at the sex toy store, wanting to just get off and go take a nap (though this rarely happens hence the white trash Korn moment).

I know I need a new hobby.

I just haven’t gotten around to figuring out what I want it to be.

And even hobbies seem like too much commitment.

So.

Perhaps I just need to accept the fact that I’m in an in-between right now and not feel guilty about it. Just keep on fucking around for a couple more months until I feel better. More stable. Until I’ve sampled enough different things to know the true direction I want to head.

Or maybe there will never be a “true” direction and I just need to learn to accept that–perhaps it will take that much time to accept. And then I will know. What is knowing anyway?

I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. (My phrase for the year.)

Does anyone?

(Also, white trash moments… Monday: Drank PBR under a bush.¬†Tuesday: bought a bunch of 30% easter candy and ate a F ton of it.)

(Good advice, though doesn’t really help me find a new hobby–unless I want to start doing crack or something.)