Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean, and my fists got hard and my wits got keen...

Sometimes I wonder how I would respond in tough situations. I always seem to think about this when I watch movies regarding war or the hero having to rise to the occasion. I wonder if I would "rise". I just want to be able to test my mettle against the odds. To come through on top in the end, with a really badass song playing in the background. Maybe I should just get into a bar fight. But really, I think all guys wonder this. Could we overtake the enemy on that hill with death staring us in the face? If this big guy has too much to drink and attacks my friend will I bust his nose? If I keep watching Jackass will I be able to perform some of these stunts? :)
But in all seriousness I just wonder if I would step it up if death or injury was on the line. I'd like to think I would but I really have no way of knowing until I'm actually in the situation. Sometimes life just seems so bland, the mundane-ness of having a job, dealing with traffic, paying bills, etc etc, life would be more exciting in the movies, but then again that's why we watch them, to escape our own reality. I'm kind of rambling here but I just want a shot at being that guy, being tested, the good overcoming the evil. Maybe I will get into a bar fight...

Cause your just the girl all the boys wanna dance with and I'm just the boy who took too many chances...

The difficulty and complexity of relationships, particular with those of the fairer gender, have gotten me again! Once again I've taken the initative, once again I've made the effort, and once again I've received a boot to the throat. Well not literally, but that's what it feels like. The "Blow-off" actually took place. It's been awhile since me and the big B.O. have hung out but we've been reunited and it definitely doesn't feel so good. It's to the point now where I don't even want to put out the effort with girls. The investment isn't worth the reward to me right now, and that scares because I'm afraid that I'll actually miss a good one because I'm hiding from all the bad ones.
Why can't things be simple like when we were little and you just checked the "yes" or "no" box? Those were the good ol' days. It was direct and honest and a guy knew where he stood. Then some little philly decided to create the "maybe" box, and that birthed the dreaded DTR talks. Suddenly guys had to analyze the relationship, body language and signals, ahhhhhh! It kills me! Drama, drama, drama, that's all it is.
I don't know why I complain. I always say I'm done with girls, and then I begin to duct tape my heart back together. But it doesn't last because soon the soothing song of some siren will convince me to bring the heart out into the open only for her to step on it, probably with a boot or perhaps a high heel of some sort...