Taken, plucked and long gone, pffft; focussing on the NOW
there are a couple of them who i still long for (sometimes)... like, i get that feeling that i probably missed the boat... that i should've been on that fucking boat, if only i were smarter back then... or wasn't so self-centered... or, well, it does me no good to think about it now.
but if i'm feeling this then surely others have felt this before. here's how i'm coping with the pangs of lovers passed:
i'm wooing my mind away from those thoughts with exultations of what great, liberating things i'm able to do now. in fact, focusing on the NOW helps me deal with a lot of life's fucked up issues.
now, i'm free to do what i wanna do when i wanna do it, anytime.
now, i'm not tied down by familial responsibilities. i can claim no dependents. i can get in my car and drive to fuckytown, u.s.a. and no one will give a shit.
now, i'm able to invest all my time into things that do bring me joy: baseball, being active, wine, being able to bang anyone i want without hurting anyone's feelings, spending countless hours playing with my two turntables and muthafuckin' microphone!!!