As Ordered (Simon)

Well, it was neither that I expected.

Instead I am Simon.

Two women, yes, but in a play within a play.

So I could very well be a monogamous fellow playing a cheater. I suppose on one hand, this is exactly what is best for me, but completely contrary to what I wanted. Simon isn't a small part by any means, but he isn't really a big character.

Maybe things have a funny way of working out.

I Understand Completely

Suddenly it all makes sense to me.

Everyone was always right.

I never quite understood what they all meant, but now it makes perfect sense. They were all right - about everything.

I never should have listened to me.

But if you think for one second that I am going to bend to your will, you are going to be horribly surprised.
Moreover, you're the one that came here - not the reverse. Don't get confused.

Following Form (Birdboot)

As odd as it might sound, Birdboot is not the kind of guy I aspire to be. He's  sleeping with a hot girl, he's got a good job, he does seem to be moderately happy.

But he's cheating on his wife.

On one hand, I probably need to get out of my shell and not be type cast, but on the other, I don't stand for this kind of thing at all.

True to Function (Moon)

Second string, second choice, always wondering if he's in people's thoughts, wrapped up in his own world, verbose, jealous but never properly so, wanting but not wanted, asking but not receiving, intelligent, triumphant, and then finally bested - as always. Such is Moon and such am I.

 Moon is evidently the unhappy sort of fellow. The parallels between who Moon is and who I am are horribly easy to draw. I was even recommended to be Moon by someone that knows me and wants the best for me.

Alternatively, Moon is not who necessarily who I want to become. Moon does not get the girl.

Identity Crisis (Back in the Game)

Okay, so I'm back at it. Just like riding a bike.

Of course, being good presents it's own problem.

If we assume that I will get what I try for, I'd best be sure of my choice.

Oh, but here's the worst of it.

On one hand, I could end up being the same old me. Just as the moon, completely regular. Sometimes not there, of course, but not there consistently. The second choice of most, because many prefer the sun. The moon grants no warmth - christ, the bloody song doesn't go 'you are my moonshine, my only moonshine, you make me happy, when skies are gray', I mean that does make an odd amount of sense but that isn't how it works.  

On the other I could be my exact opposite. I could get the girl, I could not be the voice of reason for once. I could get to have my fun. This option of course, makes me a bit of an asshole because this probably isn't what's meant for me.

Heh, then there's dead centre.

The best of both worlds yet the worst of either as well. I get to be someone rather like me but someone who gets the girl and gets to be the voice of reason.  not exactly like me, but not unlike me either. Yet as the worst, it makes me a lot of an asshole. Possible most of the later digestive tract as well.

No matter what happens, I'm a dead man.

Hat (Nobody wants to see my hair)

Okay, I need a hat.

A real hat, none of this cap shit. I'm thinking like a fedora or a trilby.

Maybe black or grey or either in a plaid or both in a plaid or houndstooth or whatever.

If there's anybody out there recommendations would be great.


Also a hoodie or something to that effect.

Mind Melt

Christ, I had something to blog about.

It was something good too, angst-y enough to be amusing but not so angst-y to be whiny.

Then I turned some Paul Gilbert on and all my thoughts melted away.

This could end up being a good or bad thing.

Pants

My pants are currently in the wash.

They have been for over a day now.

I have realised that I really take having pants for granted.