MySpace blogs have been disabled for maintenance til 7.00 PM PST… what does that mean? They’re five million hours behind us anyway… if it’s California.

I’ve decided I have nothing serious to talk about  – ever – so I’m going to fill this with shit like I always do.

Walking is a great way to help your mind think.
A year ago, walking around a city around midnight would be an unthinkable – slightly dangerous – thing to do. But I was walking back from Fiona’s and I find, since I usually do leave around midnight/1 a.m. to walk back to mine, that this is nice time to think. It’s cool, but not cold, the streets are quiet etc.

Walking back from Fiona’s last night was exactly the same. I take the stairs going down because I don’t trust the elevator and it is this stairwell where the brain starts considering and mulling things over.
I think I’m on the verge of giving up on the male race. They only deserve so much patience before the quota is filled. I’m not in love, but I certainly reserve brain space for certain people in my life – and my close circle know who he is.
But this isn’t just incidental to me. It actually happens to others.
I’m calling it The Unrequinted Bullshit Pattern (UBP) because it repeats itself, as a pattern does, it’s unrequinted and it’s mainly bullshit.

I accept we’re not all meant to fall head over heels for the first person to smile at us… but why does it have to be so serious? My theory is that if someone’s interested, at least give them the offhand curtesy of going on a date with them – as friends. Saying “no” (or similar, glossed-over-let-downs) just limits YOUR choices immediately. You won’t know until you give them a chance.
It is not a marriage proposal.
You are not selling your soul away for the rest of your life.
It is not love.
It is not even remotely serious.
There is no emotional iron-clad contract to sign.
You won’t have to take out insurance for it.
No promise rings to buy.
You won’t even have to pay for a movie ticket.
The girl-with-a-boyfriend who you ACTUALLY like won’t care.

I know I’m making a completely valid point here. Unless there are no-bullshit, actual reasons (“I’m with a girl”/”I’m gay”/”I’m married”/”I only broke up with the love of my life an hour ago”) for saying no, there shouldn’t be anything stopping people going out as friends. You just won’t know until you try it.

 And these are the things I think about when I’m walking back at night time to my apartment. Everything about him is brain space, brain space and more brain space.