Thoughts of a late November weekend

Sex for lust filled immediate gratification is a mask, a mask for what love truly is.  It is a farce, a drug… a cheap fulfillment of a beautiful thing.  Being celibate, not wholly by choice, these past three+ years has given me an interesting perspective, this on top of the already introspective view of a brain injury survivor.  True, I don’t have anyone to come home to or to share my life with.  True, I don’t have much, if any, physical contact with people.  I am an introverted extrovert.  I find it easier to think and to accomplish the things I must, being alone.  Yeah, call me a coward or whatever for “taking the easy road”.  I am a courageous and strong individual.  I am an extrovert at my core, a true people person.  There are some things I must do, however, and people detract from that.  I don’t know what this thing is exactly, just yet, but I am very close with multiple things in the works.

“It’s just Kyle, feeling sorry for himself”.  Hahaha, seriously….  I am the last person who will feel sorry for themselves.  I don’t whine or complain, even with all that has happened to me/was taken away from me.  It is what it is, it happened… move on.  Dwelling on the past serves no one and cheapens your life and purpose.   I won’t and haven’t done that.  Life is ahead of me, of us.

What’s next?  I cannot say, nor would I presume to predict.  All I know for certain is that I am not done, by any means.  Cheers and circus peanuts.

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