I don't have a lot of time! You must listen to me very carefully!

Well, no, I just woke up late so I am in a rush. I will probably stop halfway through writing this and finish it later, unbeknownst to you. That is the magic of writing. Maybe one day someone will invent an entertaining way to write live. Sounds like a stand-up comedy act. Hmm. I will sit on this one. Forget that you read anything!

Twice now I've forgotten what I was going to write about. Something based on a tweet that I didn't twat, twit, whatever. It was about women. Something about women...

Oh, yes, the twitter was going to be: "When I had low self-confidence I felt like I had to sleep with ugly girls. Now that I have high self-confidence, I want to sleep with the ugly girls just because I can."

See, it's too long for a twitter.

Also, it's really succinct, right there, so what could I possibly say about it? Aside from the fact that...

Well, I don't know.

Men are pigs, we are, and everyone who stands up and goes, "I know a man who is not a pig!" then you are familiar merely with a man who is dishonest with you (or himself) about who he is.

We spend a lot of time assuming that we can take people at face value, and that we assume because we're all so unique as people that our thoughts and experiences are unique, but they're really not. Our combinations of them are unique, our life as a whole, but our experiences are only the same colors of paint that a slurring Keifer Sutherland uses to concoct everyone else's memories just as well. We're all just pawns, living in a circular city, and there is clearly no way to get to Shell Beach. No one ever gets out. It just goes around and around...

All men are pigs, in the same way that all dogs could very easily rip our throats out with their teeth but choose not to. Some men, like some dogs, are neutered, but even they could still rip your throat out.

I'm not sure what I'm going on about.

I made an interesting discovery the other night while I was under the influence of alcohol. I was kissing this girl, and I felt like I wanted to have feelings for her. It was the strangest thing. I didn't feel like I did have feelings for her, but that I had an intense desire to, in the future, perhaps feel something for her. (For extra prac_tice_ I am going to italicize a cou_ple_ things here, just to make sure I still remember how to close tag_s_.) I think I am screwed up in the head. When I sobered up it went away. Thank goodness. Feelings are scary.