I found a shoebox the other day full of old letters, pictures, a cell phone, ticket stubs, and other assorted dated (emphasis on date) items that I had accumulated over the years. It was like I had this time capsule under my bed, a Chuck Taylor shoebox full of sentimental value that came from a time not so long ago with memories, which in some cases, are from people who seem from a time very very very long ago. So, I sat there like a archeologist looking at the artifacts from first dates, bad break-ups, and missed chances. It was kind of interesting, sent me on a emo roller coaster accompanied nicely by cuddle-core hits of should never be forgotten bands. Which, by the way, I read that cuddle-core is a genre which was a discovery that made me feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. It sounds so much better than emo. I mean emo? Emo Phillips is hilarious. You know what else is really funny? Fans of emo music. See, now I don’t have to walk on egg shells around the topic. If a girl asks if I listen to emo I can directly and confidently say no, but I do like cuddle-core. The way it works is it has the world cuddle so the girl instantly knows I am fan of spooning and I also said “core” so I don’t lose any of my rugged, masculine, I don’t know, overall I’m not looking to feel sorry for myself or pout and cry when this ends sort of vibe so I remain both open while maintaining a hard shell to mask feelings. I suppose it is a bit of a lie but at the same time, I don’t want to give the girl the idea that I just lay there vulnerable in which case she may just latch on and rip me to pieces and leave what’s left just out to decay. Staying strong with open arms and keeping those feelings on the shelf until the right time. You have to gauge and time it. You go just bit, the other person goes a bit, then you go a bit, then the other, then you raise it, then they see your raise and they raise it and then…and then…well, fuck it. By that point you are all in so you sit there like a rabbit in the headlights and hope that you did not misread a thing.
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Card Says:She has a boyfriend
Alright, flip side:
Me:Yeah, you do dress smart
Yeah, ok so we have evolved to the point of not really communicating in the age of communication. Alright,
