The shelves came down. The roommate didn't like 'em. So I took 'em down yesterday. Today, I put them all back up. Differently. More chatting the last 3 nights. Can't say that I have found anything that makes me value its merits anymore. All this late night typing in a chat window......you create this false intimacy, reveal things that you wouldn't reveal to someone during months of being together. It's an illusion. So now I'm embroiled in this pseudo-close relationship with a person who might laugh like a donkey, smell like a pig, and grin like an alligator. I have seen a picture, but is that any comparison?
Was it all easier for our grandparents? The courtship process, the clothing, the sex, the love...wasn't it all a little bit easier? The waiting, the pleasure, the delaying...there's something to be said for all of that. Today there's empty sexuality, accessible pornography, on and on. Not that I'm a traditionalist, but I am getting tired of all of this overt bullshit. Next time, I'm gonna wait to have sex. Yeah right. But I'm gonna try.