Gonna Be A Big MAN...Someday

Mud on your face.
My face.

Screw you.

I stayed out of this one. FOR ONCE. Damn it. I am a force. In this case, not 'one to be reckoned with'. No no no. One that draws problems. A moth to a drama flame is so frekin' cliche.
"A wasps wings are as good as a moths".

IT IS THE STORY of my life. thats even MORE cliche. but even more true. Even when it can in no way be construed to be MY fight. I'm in it. My dog is thrown right there. Expected to win with no idea what the RIGHT strategy is.

Its times like this I wish I was a real man. Not a daddy man. Not a lover man. That part of a man who doesn't give a fuck what someone says to him. Because he doesn't even hear them.

Women get so bothered. I may appear un-bothered but goddamnit I'm wired to be bothered. And it drives me crazy. I OBSESS OVER IT. And the harder I work not to, the more I realize there's no ridding myself of it.

I wish I could hardwire the fuck you switch. And then let it all go.
Just for those moments.

Sonofabitch.