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Love Life: Army Wife minus the husband.

What is it about youth that all the old people say?

I don't know. They say a lot of things when they get jealous.


But usually they can talk about how impatient the youth can be.


Bullshit, older sirs and madams. Bull-shit. I have the patience of a saint and I'm not even a quarter of a century old. I am a motherfucking army wife, and I'm not even married. So you stop with all that ageism.


Yes, instant gratification is facilitated more and more readily, so you have a group of folks who absolutely must have what they want the very second they want it without question.


And life will be hard for those types of people. You can only get what you want at the cost of what you have now, remember that.


But let me step off my high horse, my ass is sore from the saddle.


I am super patient when it comes to what I want the most. In fact, instead of going fuck-crazy and hoping and pining that my next one night stand turns out to be THE ONE ( there's lots of ones. That's why there are billions of people in the world. The One...what a sick way to make people miserable.) I just take into consideration who I want and why and whether or not it is worth the wait.

The thing is, you usually don't find out until after you've done your waiting. But that doesn't mean you can't be productive while you wait. You just have to ignore, completely, the fact that what you are doing is waiting. You can recognize it, sure, you have to recognize it in order to ignore it properly.

For example, I could be out tonight. I could be getting trashed and bring home a guy or two. Or go home with a guy or two. Sure, people will tell me that's what I should be doing because lord what a hideous crime it is to be alone. Yes, I could go out of my way to wrassle me a man. I could wrassle me a couple if I really put in the time.

But if I do that, I'm going to have to take a lot of drugs to forget about doing it. And I just can't afford that degree of drugery. It would take several overdoses to make me feel like I wasn't a desperate, self-loathing piece of ass-meat.

That's not to say that doesn't work for people. In fact, it works for most people. But I have the ego of a russian bear on steroids so it doesn't work for me.

So instead, I'm going to wait for what I want. Instead of making sure I don't want the things I hate, I'm going to wait.


( That was a rather long-winded justification for chronic masturbation huh? )

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  1. really liked this even though it's not your most eloquent piece,it was well said...these lines esp are gems:

    You can only get what you want at the cost of what you have now
    (there's lots of ones. That's why there are billions of people in the world. The One...what a sick way to make people miserable.)
    lord what a hideous crime it is to be alone.
    I have the ego of a russian bear on steroids so it doesn't work for me.
    ( That was a rather long-winded justification for chronic masturbation huh? )

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