Secret Machine's first album is almost entirely about loneliness and the things it inevitably leads to.

Blah blah blah.

I am getting really bad at this.

Getting older has been an interesting experience so far. I'm asking older guy friends of mine (I.E. the fathers of friends) whether or not it's normal for the mid-twenties to be a time period where you begin to fear commitment, lose all sight of what you thought love felt like, and then just go around relentlessly breaking hearts because you don't feel like you want to be with anyone for an extended period of time. It's not until I started to get tired of it (yesterday) that I started to realize I need to stop fighting my nature.

And my nature is that sex is stupid. I like it a lot, and I want to put my cock in everything, all the time, (not no matter what, though, because there are plenty of land monsters and swamp donkeys in the world that I have no interest in putting my penis inside) but at the very end of the day, it's not what's important. I almost feel like I spent the last 6 years of my life proving to myself that I could fuck women and that I'm not the dweeby skinny white kid who everyone called a faggot constantly in middle school. (It's hard being skinny white kid in a middle school full of Mexican junior vatos.) Now that I know I can chase tail better than anyone else I know, and now that I don't seem to fall in love every time I get my dick wet, I am just a little bit lost.

What now? Where do I go from here?

I'm assuming the answer is simple: ride out your mid-twenties, enjoy all the benefits that testosterone and excessive energy give you (like the desire and ability to ride a unicycle!), fuck only when it feels necessary, and stop breaking girl hearts. I'm sure that I'll eventually figure out what love is again, and how to feel desiring of someone's presence in my life, and how to not become annoyed every time a woman hangs around me for longer than 12 lucid hours.

One day, one day...

Cellophane flowers never happened for me...