Thoughts of Imbalance

No poem this time but thoughts from within! I was recently trying my luck at local watering holes for someone to hold at night but I came up short. This certainly put a damper on my psych! For me to get enough balls to talk to the opposite sex, in the bar, is rare. I don't want to come off as some drunk male that has so much baby juice pent up inside that it's affecting his brain!
So, I try my luck and get shot down. Ouch. This puts me in a self deprecating mood. Luckily, a buddy of mine, Needles, took me to a bar in Chippewa Falls. I stayed sober and people watched. There are so many stupid people in the world I can't even begin to describe. I just think to myself, "What do these useless people posses that I can't provide!?" SO, I will try an alternate route of action...FUCK it.
FUCK it, is a certain way of thinking where you're just fed up with the opposite sex and you refuse to crawl across the floor only to be torn to shreds by somebody that was probably going to screw you in the end. I don't want to meet someone for one night, I want it to last. I don't need to prove anything to anyone and I've decided not to. This may be the wrong way to go about things but right about now, I don't care!
I will continue to go out and people watch but I'll be damned if I'll be one of THOSE people. I'm special damn it so stick that in your pipe and smoke it!