I recall when I broke up with my first girlfriend after 6 months, because she said she was bored, I hated anyone in a relationship. I really did, to the point a friend of mine had to tell me to stop with the hate becuase it was scaring his girlfriend. Well, that “friend” dumped the same girl and left her so badly fucked up she had constant panic attacks; and then the same “friend” got married and then left his wife and kid and fucked off somewhere. And this “friend” might wonder why I would not ‘friend’ him on Facebook.

I think then it showed me the folly of “falling in love”, because I disagree with the saying ” It is better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all.” Exactly what is this “love” all about? Is it just an excuse to have sex, or is it deeper than all that?

And so the people say, “but dude, you have to love yourself first,” because if you don’t love yourself how can you even consider loving anyone else?

It’s like the expression “moving on”… I mean do you get in a fucking rocketship and blast off to Mars?

—— From “Voyages Around My Father And Other Nightmares”