Lady, people aren't chocolates. D'you know what they are mostly? Bastards. Bastard-coated bastards with bastard filling. But I don't find them half as annoying as I find naive bobble-headed optimists... who walk around vomiting sunshine.
When you have a problem with someone, you tend to talk to everyone except them.
I'm not looking for a relationship. I like to be an island, okay? People can visit the island, but no one gets to stay. Safer that way.
Your problem isn't making bad choices. It's that you identify the good choice and then intentionally do the opposite. You see, behind this boorish bravado of yours is a paralysing fear
of letting anyone into your life. And it isn't because you weren't loved when you were a kid. You're so egocentric that the love wasn't enough. So you pulled pigtails and you pushed the fat kids into the dirt so no one could ignore little Perry. Well, little Perry is now 40 years old and is so invested in this narcissistic notion of yourself as "loner" that you can't quit. And you'll just keep dumping on everyone around you until eventually, and please, trust me on this, there won't be anyone left.
As for me, I always assumed growing up happened dogmatically as you got older but it's really something you have to choose to do.
Still, sometimes when you make big decisions, life starts going so fast that it seems like you're not even moving throught it. It just happens to you.
Just cos a guy has problems expressing himself, that doesn't mean he doesn't need... you.
I like to think your life comes down to the choices you've made. Like the choice to stand up to a superior. Or to focus on what you have in common instead of what you don't. Or the choice
to let someone help you for once. In the end, you just have to trust your decisions. And hopefully you'll land on solid ground.