Unromantic Atheism?

[Exian]

I love a lot of people, so I know that's a thing, but it's relationships I don't understand. I've been separated from my ex for 7 or 8 years now, and all I can remember is her knowing me well enough to be mad at me most of the time. And I'm a pretty nice guy when you look at it. Now, any potential lady interests just look like eventual anger machines to me. I've turned down a few ladies in the past years because all I hear is "Would you like to live with someone who will eventually be mad at you and cause stress for no apparent reason?" That's insane to me! Do you know how many people are angry at me right now? Zero. Do you know how many people are annoyed by my hobbies? Zero. Do you know how many people I'm obligated to let in? Zero. It's kinda lonely, I guess, but it beats not being lonely.

Once they get those sex robots perfected it will solve a lot of such problems.  

There are hundreds of millions single women in the world.  You can find a compatible one if you want to.

Haha A rare beam of sunshine from you, Wyrd. I read a quote the other day that I liked. Went something like "I want to be alone with someone who wants to be alone." - by whoever.

[Thumpalumpacus]

Better to take the long way around, I say. Charter a plane if you must.
Whatever you do, don't jump! It's a fucking chasm!

... or devil take the hindmost, and make it one hell of a leap.

"Do not take counsel in your fears."

If I can find the lyric sheet for the song in which I quote that proverb, I'll put it up later tonight.

[Thumpalumpacus]

Once they get those sex robots perfected it will solve a lot of such problems.  

There are hundreds of millions single women in the world.  You can find a compatible one if you want to.

Haha A rare beam of sunshine from you, Wyrd. I read a quote the other day that I liked. Went something like "I want to be alone with someone who wants to be alone." - by whoever.

A lyric I really like on the matter comes from Jim Morrison: "I need someone / who doesn't need me."

[Exian]

Ha! That'd be more on the head, if I had any room for a brand new friend.

About ten years ago, I had a buddy from work who turned me on to The Doors. He wouldn't bang his wife unless they could listen to them during.

ETA: From around the same time, Jimi has a line from Red House I like- "Thats alright, I still got my guitar." That's pretty invincible.

[Thumpalumpacus]

You know? I've always said my guitar is my friend, my lover, my shelter, and my therapist.

[Athene]

A lyric I really like on the matter comes from Jim Morrison: "I need someone / who doesn't need me."

I'm not opposed to being needed. I just can't stomach the thought of me needing. 
Horrible, scary thought. Makes me all nauseous-like.

[Exian]

You know? I've always said my guitar is my friend, my lover, my shelter, and my therapist.

Oh man, it's a life saver. But, wouldn't you know that I'm such a content asshole that I've neglected even her? It's been months, and now I'm not sure who the hell I am, which is kind of sad, I guess. My cousin brought his geet over all excited to learn one of my favorite tunes to play that I picked up from Stephen Grossman called Money Town, and I couldn't fuckin remember how to play the damn thing. Felt like a turd. But, like I said earlier about being romantic; I can't fake it, I have to be genuinely inspired. Positively or negatively. And I've been in such a damn funk lately. Not even a funk, just a weird flatline. Maybe I need a muse again.

Side story about Red House: I first heard it when "I still got my guitar" was particularly true for me, and so I did the only thing a 24 year old could think to do in that situation- I got it tattooed across my back... -_-

[Thumpalumpacus]

Better to take the long way around, I say. Charter a plane if you must.
Whatever you do, don't jump! It's a fucking chasm!

... or devil take the hindmost, and make it one hell of a leap.

"Do not take counsel in your fears."

If I can find the lyric sheet for the song in which I quote that proverb, I'll put it up later tonight.

Found it. Parentheses are background vocals:

I know damn well what I ought to feel
even as I'm compelled to ignore the thought.
Canyons aren't leapt one step at a time --
My heart want to jump, but my mind's glued to the spot.

Let it go (jumping can be fun)
Let it go (don't think you can't get across)
Make your move (you'll never know what you can't do)
It's a leap of faith (if you forget all that you've lost)

Don't give me this line 'bout "not knowing what to feel" --
Just be real and let the days take care of themselves.
But no, you'd rather map it all out, snap it all out
like this is some sort of open-book test.

Let it go (don't be afraid now, baby)
Let it go (don't you dare test the waters)
It ain't Mission Control (stop the countdown)
Love is life's rebellious daughter.

Chase the stars (don't let their distance ward you off)
Embrace the day (do not take counsel in your fears)
Sing to me (with your delirious delight)
Cleave to me (we might just leap across the years)


©2002 DK Gossett. All rights reserved.

I don't know if I was writing this to her, or to myself -- or probably both. But I guess it sums up my views on romance -- it's all a gamble, and losing sucks, but not playing is a sure way of never winning.

[Thumpalumpacus]

You know? I've always said my guitar is my friend, my lover, my shelter, and my therapist.

Oh man, it's a life saver. But, wouldn't you know that I'm such a content asshole that I've neglected even her? It's been months, and now I'm not sure who the hell I am, which is kind of sad, I guess. My cousin brought his geet over all excited to learn one of my favorite tunes to play that I picked up from Stephen Grossman called Money Town, and I couldn't fuckin remember how to play the damn thing. Felt like a turd. But, like I said earlier about being romantic; I can't fake it, I have to be genuinely inspired. Positively or negatively. And I've been in such a damn funk lately. Not even a funk, just a weird flatline. Maybe I need a muse again.

Side story about Red House: I first heard it when "I still got my guitar" was particularly true for me, and so I did the only thing a 24 year old could think to do in that situation- I got it tattooed across my back... -_-

I gotta like anyone with Jimi tatted on them.

Bear in mind, I'm writing this even as I smart from the recent breakup of a longish relationship. Before her and I got together, I went ten years flying basically solo, dating when the opportunity arose, getting out early as the obligations (to account for my time, to sacrifice my own plans for hers, or my own obligations as a father) interposed themselves. For a long time I've thought of myself as an outside cat. I left that self-image behind with Harmony -- I was hers and she was mine. But it didn't work. It didn't work. So now I'me comfortable going back to my old way of living, which doesn't seem all that different from yours (another lyric, this one Simon and Garfunkel: "I've got no deeds to do, no promises to keep"). It's a simple life, and alluring for that reason. I did what I wanted when I wanted and didn't need to provide answers to anyone.

But for all its obligations and compromise -- and love is certainly about compromise, eventually -- the rewards love, true love, gives a person are astounding, and I do want and miss them. I've been lucky; I've known true love three times in one life. We just weren't able to work out the day-to-day give-and-take that is called-for when two people become a couple. I know that I carry a significant portion of the blame in each of those three breakups, even the one in which she cheated on me. But for me the rewards are enough to make me want love, even as I am comfortable living life on my own terms alone.

Sometimes I'm just too stupid to quit.

[Athene]

If I can find the lyric sheet for the song in which I quote that proverb, I'll put it up later tonight.

Found it. Parentheses are background vocals:

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I know damn well what I ought to feel
even as I'm compelled to ignore the thought.
Canyons aren't leapt one step at a time --
My heart want to jump, but my mind's glued to the spot.

Let it go (jumping can be fun)
Let it go (don't think you can't get across)
Make your move (you'll never know what you can't do)
It's a leap of faith (if you forget all that you've lost)

Don't give me this line 'bout "not knowing what to feel" --
Just be real and let the days take care of themselves.
But no, you'd rather map it all out, snap it all out
like this is some sort of open-book test.

Let it go (don't be afraid now, baby)
Let it go (don't you dare test the waters)
It ain't Mission Control (stop the countdown)
Love is life's rebellious daughter.

Chase the stars (don't let their distance ward you off)
Embrace the day (do not take counsel in your fears)
Sing to me (with your delirious delight)
Cleave to me (we might just leap across the years)


©2002 DK Gossett. All rights reserved.

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I don't know if I was writing this to her, or to myself -- or probably both.  But I guess it sums up my views on romance -- it's all a gamble, and losing sucks, but not playing is a sure way of never winning.

Thump...you're a hell of a talented writer, man. 
That's a very touching song. Beautiful.

I bet you have to beat 'em with a stick don't you? Don't lie.