Guess I may as well post here, though I'm sure I've probably brought it up before. Turned 20 in November. No kiss or anything really. Closest thing I've ever had to any sort of relationship has been a couple years spent talking to this girl from across the country who only really pitied me. Got to see my childhood friend naked, but that was so long ago I'm sure neither one of us really understood anything about sexuality, just being kids. Not much other than that, really, other than being lied to or stuck in friend zones, as ridiculous an idea as they are. I don't think I'd be too hard to please; all I ask for is complete honesty, even if some things are still too personal. I'm beginning to wonder if I've just been too naive in that there would be someone "perfect" out there to find or be found by. Not saying I'm any better, but generally it seems others have no choice but to lie for their own ends, whether it's petty stuff like money or a trophy or status or whatever else.
I wouldn't doubt it's abnormal to actually try to imagine somebody "perfect", or at least paint a portrait in your mind to be with. Not anything as silly as an imaginary friend, nor to be compared to a wet dream. Nothing goes on anymore, at least for the moment, and while I have friends that I can talk to, most of my days feel so lonely I suppose that I just try to picture myself anywhere but here, with that idea of a person, trying to make it vivid. Maybe that's crazy. Probably. Crazy as trying to picture what it would be like to throw myself off a building, which doesn't make too much sense anyway considering there aren't too many around - at least none that might stand tall enough to kill you. Maybe that's too much detail.
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About suffering they were never wrong,
The Old Masters: how well they understood
Its human position; how it takes place
While someone else is eating or opening a window or
just walking dully along...