I Like You

Liking someone is risky business. Your attack surface becomes shit if you’re not careful, and emotions are so, so subjective…how the fuck are you supposed to navigate through all of that? Sex can be objectified, compartmentalized. Liking someone is tricky. That shit’s a gun in your house. You think it’ll save you, but it’ll be used against you.

I’m not very good at the game, so I hardly ever play it. I’m unfamiliar with its rules, and the players are formidable.

Now, my bros have said a great deal about fucking and, as such, have equipped me with some knowledge; this particular piece has stuck with me. If there’s a golden rule to relationships, I believe it to be this:

You have to be able to walk away from a relationship at any moment and be okay with that.

There has only been one time when I was neck deep in a romantic intimacy and I reckon that was because this pearl of wisdom hadn’t been delivered to me. I take this shit seriously… but I’m not sure if I’m capable of snipping ties at a moment’s notice.

That being said, I find that I’m growing fond of someone.

It’s like I went over to God’s house but He was mowing the lawn and couldn’t hear me asking Him questions. “Is it okay to like this person? Can I share my thoughts with him? AM I GONNA GET FUCKED OVER?!” And then He runs over a rock with His lawn mower shooting it towards my shins. My cue to leave His property, I guess.

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