the girl

sometimes i find it quite strange that we put such great importance in finding love, when the possibility of this happening depends almost entirely on luck alone. there is a distinct probability of a person not being able to meet the 'love of his life' EVER.

it doesn't make any sense.

but you know me, i still fall stupidly in love with all these random strange girls, and oftentimes i prefer them to remain as they are, as strangers. this way they retain their perfection and i retain in my mind the possibility that we could be the one for each other.

i have little desire in actually pursuing anything real with these seemingly perfect girls. i know myself all too well, my flaws and my propensity to destroy. (notice i didn't include the possibility that they might not be attracted to me at all, because i'm a sexy beast etc)

besides, i fell in love with their imagined perfection and in getting to know them, this illusion would be so brutally shattered. real people are all fucked up in one way or another. is there anything lovable in them?

things are just fine as they are.