He was sad. No, sad was not the right word to describe his mood. Maybe he was bored? Fucked up? He sighed. Definitely he wasn’t fucked up. The mood had nothing to do with fucking. He hadn’t had a lay for weeks. Or was it months? He wasn’t quite sure.
He didn’t want to be sure. He didn’t want to remember the last time he made love to a woman. It hadn’t been lovemaking at all, only a desperate effort to feel something.
Shame. That was the feeling he had managed to feel. No joy, no lust (well, maybe in the beginning of the act), no fulfilment.
Shame of wanting nothing more than a lay.
Shame of not completing the act.
He felt irritation when he remembered the words which lied that it didn’t matter at all, we can just lie here together, doing nothing.
He was fed up with doing nothing.
He dumped the woman. Or was it she who had left? He couldn’t remember. He couldn’t care less. The woman was of no importance. Yes, it was true that he had been attracted to her and he had made some effort for her, but it had all been just a game of no greater excitement.
This had to be sadness, after all. No other explanation could be right. Maybe he needed a woman? Or just a lay? He couldn’t decide. Life was too complicated in that way.
It would be easier to have no needs. Irrational needs disturbed his thoughts, made him lose his concentration and that was bad. He liked to be aware. It was vital to be alert.
He wouldn’t be fucked anymore.
He was sad. No, sad was not the right word to describe his mood. Maybe he was bored? Fucked up?
9 comments:
It's less Hemingway, more Camus?
Or you have tapped Matti Vanhanen's mind?
Yes, maybe less Hemingway, about Camus I can't say. But surely not the mind of Vanhanen! Not at least on purpose.
Just wanted to write this, don't know the reason.
Madly sad - and tis all becuz those fuckin loose twats, in Tallinn, Est-onia, women are women, with high heels... Ferraris & Maseratis, here tis all the same low legs, low ass Zetor saddle asses maatushkas - dah!!
Da, da, Reiska. Things that really make a man sad, eh?
Fucking reality. Not Camus, more like SusuPetal.
Ov köös, REALLY REALLY!! i never speak elephant dungish.
Heh, HPY, maybe so:))
No elephants here, Reiska...
i mean the size, not the memory - i know u don´t remember nothin
On the contrary, I remember it well...or was it Maurice Chevalier who did that?
Reiska, are you hungry or bored? Or both?
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