Lemons

I think I understand KP's shit now. When you can get whomever you want (you can't of course, but it FEELS like you can), it's just not that interesting anymore. You flirt and have heartfelt conversations just enough, until you sense like an emotional fly-trap (you know that freeky plant that looks like a vagina with teeth [on that note, really freeky freeky film about that. Vagina with teeth. I wonder what Freud would make of that.], tha one that traps flies in a sticky substance that will, eventually, melt the fly until it's just a fly-like goo that sustains tha teethed vagina.), that the person thinks you're the perfect partner. And one of the things that makes you perfect is that you're not even perfect. You're just non-perfect in a quirky fun way.

Anyway, you're not being fake. Just very selective about how much about yourself you show the metaphorical fly. And the fact that they think you're perfect sustiains you. Almost makes you belive them.

But since love now just feels like an elaborate game you're always winning... You never win. It's not real. It's a game. And no-one matters.

I can do this to a certain point. But when my flies want to get serious or physical, I back off. Waaaaaay off.

KP didn't (or doesn't) have the physical problem. Just the serious.

This whole thing is sad. And possibly not true. And if it is, comparing KP to a teethed vagina just feels really really good.

=)