Good Friday. I'm not sure if it's fitting that I'm in a foul mood. I don't want to answer any questions. I don't want to talk. I want to be left well alone. Let me be alone.

posted by beautiful at 8:53 pm

What do you do (in this age of hackers and various other online threats) when you get a complete stranger adding you to their MSN list, wanting to talk to you? You've heard about a thousand stories of psychopathic killers and rapists and paedophiles, and only a couple isolated incidents of how some lonely hearts out there really just want someone to listen to their problems. Then you know. I'm not exactly a martyr. So don't take it personally.

Call it a sweeping statement or an unfair judgement. But it seems like every guy who passes the 18 mark has dramatically enhanced chances of becoming a sad pervert. And every girl who passes the 18 mark is just as likely to be a weirdo than she is likely not to be one. 60-40 actually. Like I didn't say before, this is a world I know less and less each day.

posted by beautiful at 3:40 am