Love: Fueled by Caffeine, Curiosity, and Crazy Ideas

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I was up the other night, thinking what someone like myself would think. I wrote.....a couple posts, I think? One was of me trying to figure out how to handle my issues, another is what I'd put on my dating profile, if INTIMATE honesty was acceptable. Now, there were no trolls that typed up anything on my pseudo-dating profile, it's all true to the last syllable. In my free time, I studied serial killers and they all had the same Modus Operandi, or MO, or just method of operation. Serial killers expressed a characteristic of the biblical Lucifer. They were all attractive. Ted Bundy appeared to be sweet, charismatic, everything a girl could want. People have described Jeffrey Dahmer as very handsome. Few serial killers ACTUALLY used a firearm. Albert Fish was believed to have used a firearm like......once? That was it. He used his hands for the other murders. People like Adam Lanza are placed into the mass murderer category because he attained a high death toll in a small amount of time. The Manson family is a cult because he didn't actually do the killings, he had persuaded his followers to do it for him. But aside from that, I sit here with a cup of classic roast, wondering what kind of crazy thoughts I can conjure this time. I periodically stop typing to stick my coffee in the microwave to heat it up(I don't like iced coffee), still wondering what I should write. It was a stressful task. So stressful, I physically stood upon my feet and paced between the kitchen, living room, bathroom, and my room(I'm an Aspie with a caffeine system, your argument is invalid. ). Defeated, with no real ideas, I sat down, turned on Helter Skelter, and continued typing(even though I had no idea what I was going to put next). Then, it hit me(like the dodgeball that hit me in the face in PE), as I am typing this with my cup of Joe and as a documentary of the Manson family is playing on Netflix from a Roku my mother lent me. I should type a reflection post, a list of revelations the wise early birds of WrongPlanet had inspired. Taking frequent breaks to pace a little more, I observed one of the kittens climbing on a set of curtains. I went out of my way to shout at him. He promptly jumped down as I said,"That's what I thought." Back to the revelations, the following things are what came to me:

1.) Women like honesty........to a point.
Women like it when men tell the truth, sometimes. But, like, with questions like,"Does this dress make me look fat?" No man would DARE tell the truth. He'd say stuff like,"No, it doesn't," or,"Babe, you look amazing in any dress." Note to self: the truth hurts. Aside from that, my post shared my love for firearms and balisongs. Generally, I'm not sure if it's a queezy feeling women get around men that openly admit to owning weapons or a mask they put on because they don't want to admit they're competing with an inanimate object for a man's affections. Either way the frog is dissected, the truth DOES hurt. Mainstream Media outlets everywhere are coming to the realization that there is a growing trend of firearm ownership among females, according to Gallup Polls. Heck, I wouldn't be surprised if my mother just up and purchased a firearm, being that she carried out a restraining order against her ex-husband, Mark. I hear footfalls outside my room, I run to the door with hopes to greet my mother's newly wed husband, who happens to be British(YES, I said British.), with a bright, unbridled smile. He's a good man, I think mom met Mr. Perfect, who also happens to like guns. But, of course, it's just the cats.

2.) Not all women are REALLY women.
I continue typing this after making my rounds, , to discover a curled up ball of fluff. I poked it a couple times and a head with two pointy ears popped up. It was my kid brother's cat, Nieve. She's Siamese, which is weird because she doesn't have spots of dark fur like our clearly Siamese cat, Jack, does. She dons reddish colored spots, instead. Aside from the curled up ball of cuteness, not all women really are women. There's a difference between Allison, the hussy I used to work with, and the women at the church I used to attend, who were kind, gentle, and, even at 30 or 40, had angel faces and body curvature that could melt a man like wax, in other words, THEY WERE HOT!! ! One problem though, their husbands were built like gladiators and could drive me into the ground like a railroad spike, if they wanted to. Beyond their hubbies, they were exceptional among their younger counterparts, who disrespected me at every turn for any reason they could think of. But, what could I do? Any time I lodged a complaint, I was yelled at like I deserved it. I guess maturity is part of it.

3.) I need to loosen up.
I had to pause and explain to someone on YouTube why I won't watch James Yeager, you'd figure it'd be self-explanatory, but it's not, not with idiots. I'm nearing the end of Dante's Inferno and I'm itching to start the movie over(because it's the most bad a** animation I've ever seen), and now, it's time to focus, finally, on me. I, as you already know, am an Aspie. My major fear is not just social environments, but what impression I leave on those within it. Especially, insanely hot women. But part of the problem I face(and women tell me this, constantly) is I'm too tense. Sure, I come off as tight-a**ed, but that's because of certain social phobias. I've been trying, lately, I really have, but I can't really come up with any quick fixes on the spot. I'm smart, but not a super genius. Of course, I have a theory that if I get involved in a few sexual relationships, that could really take the edge of things and prepare for when I finally meet my soul mate, so I can pleasure her in ways only described in porn novels . Do I risk STDs? Yup, but that's why there are Trojans. And besides, I'm 20, I still have time. What's the point of marriage if you have no experience in bed ? But in the meantime, sex isn't prerogative numero uno.

These random thoughts aside, I need to take a moment to rest because I think I drank enough coffee to detonate twenty hearts, spontaneously. Seriously, though, my older brother knew a varsity football player that died because he consumed too much caffeine. Besides, I was up all night, I need the sleep anyway. So, that's just random thought time with Teiraa, which just Japanese for Taylor, by the way. Bro Fist!! !

Priceless.

You've made four threads on the roughly the same topic. Is this neccessary?

I think you should start by actually meeting a woman then you might actually know what women are like and will be less afraid of them. I could make the same suggestion to several others on this board.

I think you need a hug or something, chill man.

I'm glad you liked it, octobertiger. This was a response to some people in another thread I had made earlier.