My So-Called Love Life

This site -- my anthology -- is the story of a man, a young man, trying to find his way to love. Experiencing everything in between and serving you his heart on a silver-freaking-platter to the naked eye, for the whole world to see; relate, indulge, delve, and hopefully learn from his mistakes. Happy Dating! Copyright © 2004-2011, "My So-Called Love Life" ® Mario Ion. All Rights Reserved.

Friday, June 17, 2005

"A Man's Worth"

It's been a while since I've really done anything with myself.
Whether it be a haircut or new apparrel, or a "love life;"
Zilch. Nada. Zip. Nothing.

I've been contemplating what my "worth" is, per say.
What do I deserve? I have no idea. Nowhere to start.
Never Ending.

It seems that there's this transgression in the social scene;
Everybody seems to be hurried... no time.
Seems like nobody wants to meet anyone, find anything.
They've got it all figured out.

This is where I wonder... Where do I fit in?

I guess what I'm trying to say is; I've lost myself. Completely.
Everything I once thought I knew means absolutely nothing, now.
Kind of like I'm stuck in this social columbine; afraid to move.
I have that fear... The fear of getting "shot down," so to speak.

I'm a child.
Waiting to metamorphisize into my prime being... to evolve.
In hoping that someone, some day, will cross my path and
lead me to the right direction. There's no such someone.

It's not someone's job to consume, invade and spit out someone
else just so they can evolve. It's not what people want.
I can almost just write "Fuck Me" across my chest and walk
the streets naked... and if someone wanted to fuck me, I'll
say "Sure, Sure" and remember to Smile afterwards.
That's what people want.

....but is it what I want?