I've been having a problem with the whole risk vs. reward concept lately.
This causes me to do incredibly stupid things. Well, the same stupid thing over and over, actually.
There's the potential for a reward, or I wouldn't do the stupid thing. But that reward seems to have lost some of its specialness lately. Perhaps it's happened a little bit too often. I might have even become a little bit jaded.
But the risk?
The risk hasn't changed at all.
As a result, the reward is no longer worth the risk, and so I should stop being such a fucking dumbass.
Another thing I wanted to write about, but which probably isn't worth an entire entry all on its own, is that some people are really annoying me lately.
Specifically, their voices are annoying me. Even the shortest sentences are sometimes enough to give me an Excedrin headache number 15,000,000.
I don't know why I'm so irritated with these voices all of a sudden. These are people that I actually like. Some of these voices belong to people that I would actually fuck. And it's not like I'm annoyed every time they speak. Only at certain times. When I'm in certain moods.
The voices, they cut into my skull and they scramble my brain. That's not good. I prefer my brain over-easy.
So many times lately, I've sat at Rich O's and I've wanted to jump up and scream, "Please, for the love of all that is beautiful and good in this word, please shut up for two seconds!"
But, I don't jump up and scream any such thing. Because I'm trying to be a people person and shit.
There's this one chick who has, almost single-handedly (or double-breastedly?), turned me into a breast man. I am reminded of this transformation quite often. I did a comic about it/her/them once:
It's not the size that's attractive to me. Not at all. Definitely not artificial size. I want to make that clear. I am not a fan of store-bought breasts that have no purpose other than making a girl bigger up top.
I realize that things like age and gravity and having kids, these things can make a girl feel less than satisfied with her body. So by all means, get those puppies re-inflated and feel better about yourself.
But try to come out of the surgery looking like a human being.
Size just for the sake of size? I just don't get it.
Okay, I think I've rambled on long enough for one night.