Change and awareness are important to him.
Stick around, you might learn something. People often call him crazy. Stick around. Live life.
maryanfirpo replied to your post: I miss your presence.
Have you been well?
Yes. I just came back from a week in Europe =D
maryanfirpo asked: I miss your presence.
Thanks! You are too flattering. You rock :P
On Better Times
He waved his last goodbye and forced himself not to reveal his true emotions. The pit in his stomach grew even deeper… like an earthquake erupting within an empty volcano. If his strength was born from heartbreak… then mountains he could move. He knew it was the end, but he liked to pretend it wasn’t. The years may wipe out many things, but some things they never wipe out. Like the memories of those happy times when they were all together.
On A Vent: Fucking Super Ego on Airplane
I’m writing this from an airplane, restricted to means of venting other than writing. There is a tall, awkwardly handsome dark haired man sitting two seats away from me who has the most annoying, slow paced, agonizing voice I ever heard. He is dressed for a business trip. He is talking to a pretty blonde girl who can’t be more than 22. She has a thick European accent, unmistakably Russian, and is dressed to impress. She is traveling alone and judging by her body language she looks nervous or even slightly intimated by the stranger, yet she engages in conversation probably for lack of other means to pass the time.
I can’t help but listen to his bullshit. It’s so obvious and I’m not sure if the girl actually understands, for her replies are short in length and syllables. He quickly introduced himself and I sit here resisting the urge to punch him in the fucking face. This isn’t some sort of dating event or bar.
In summary, he mentioned he is 42, has a fiancé/girlfriend, coincidentally also has been to Russia, speaks 3 languages, has friends all over the world, drives a 2012 BMW, and sells products for Fortune 500 companies. His bloated ego even mentioned that he possessed “values and morals that are hard to come by”. And that was just the first 20 minutes.
I wanted to move to another seat, but at that point I found him to be rather entertaining. Seriously. Some people think they are so amazing it’s anything but hilarious.
As he continued, the Russian pretended to be listening and occasionally she looked up… most likely to see if he was still staring at her. He talked slow, choosing his words carefully, thinking about what he said earlier in order to not fall into his own trap of lies. When the Russian asked for his fiancée’s name, he took a bit longer than a standard blink to respond. Seriously? That name should be on the tip of your tongue… And I strongly doubt your phone is in your luggage and can’t show pictures. Of course.
Fuck. I just needed to vent. Thanks for reading, followers. I write stories, most are fiction, so I know a bullshit story when I hear one.
Why can’t men just be honest and not bullshit their way into a girl’s pants?
On A Good Night
As he swerved on the alcohol stained dance floor, lights of all colors nearly blinded him. His body bent to the rapid rhythm and soothing sounds. He listened as he rocked his head and shortly several seductive images roiled in his mind. Fanatical images induced from the alcohol and that the music shaped. His senses intensified as the night grew older despite his lack of balance. The night was still young and nothing else mattered. He quickly surveyed the scene and he nearly froze when he spotted the smile on her face. She took his breath away. Love at first sight perhaps. Then, like magnets, their hands and hips were glued together…from the club to his condo.
On Flying Around The World
He was squeezed, sandwhiched, and almost seduced upon takeoff. Stuck in the center of the row, his elbows rebounded off his stomach and curved almost naturally and barely brushed against the strangers sitting next to him. Equipped with an iPod, laptop, and a new book, he was prepared to battle boredom for the next thirteen hours in an airplane bound towards Europe. He wanted to travel the world, but hated the whole airplane thing. He better get used to it, he thought. Just one country at a time.
On Beautiful
Sometimes beautiful hurts. Sometimes beautiful is ugly. Sometimes beautiful is paralyzing. Sometimes beautiful is so vast and so wide that all you can do is stand on the edge and try not to lose your balance. You could drown in beautiful. Beautiful could kill you. Everything is in that word, it’s so fucking beautiful.
