hang out with me in stead. i wont drop you off a 1,300+ foot roof

im old enuf

Mm. There is much that I can and will say about Lyric. 

We first met one evening in early August, as I was canvassing for new business opportunities. One must always make one’s opportunities to ensure success. As for Lyric, I encountered him in an alleyway. He appeared unconscious, and I was studying him, he did something remarkable, rousing himself from his concussion-induced unconsciousness. Having never been headbutted before, I was intrigued by his personality, and – as I used to think, he needed to repay me for that inflicting that injury. 

Emphasis on how I used to think that people owe me for my favours. 

Once at my house, while I attended to his face – although I had only half-finished cleaning his sharp cheekbone – he continued to surprise me and demonstrate a quite commendable will. That is one of the many things to note about this young man: he has a veritable array of skills and strengths, although he does not acknowledge it – and indeed, does not see them for the strengths that I do. 

Some of us are doers, after all, while others like myself are planners. :-) 

I will admit, as is important for any positive development in the self, that I did something disrespectful to him then. Overcome with the attraction that I felt for him – both the fury and stubbornness that he demonstrated, and the way he attacked me – I brought him close and kissed him… Without his permission.  

As I have come to learn and expect, however, Lyric can more than handle himself. Not only did he fool me by giving me his estranged brother’s number rather than his own, but he also kissed me when I found him the next time, to make us ‘even.’ I have an excellent memory of the numerous wounds that we have both inflicted upon each other, so you may confidently believe me when I say that the broken lip that he gave me then is one of my favorite. (My least being the knife that he stabbed into my leg. I need that leg to work properly and for presentation’s sake.) There is anger in what he does, and I hope to see the day that his instincts have been honed so although he may not be able to prevent expressing his emotions as anger, his anger can become akin to passion. 

For one of my goals: I hope to demonstrate to Lyric more reasons to believe when I am being genuine. It must be quite stressful for him, I imagine, to be on his guard around me all of the time. Although he has proved that he has an amazing intelligence for numbers, it doesn’t discount how taxing it is to constantly evaluate what I say and do. I enjoy working with him far more than I have worked with anyone before. Perhaps because he thinks for himself and makes his own decisions, and it puts us at odds – but has resulted in more deals that closed nicely, compared to the ones that go…slightly awry. 

Enough of well-writen, extended metaphors, ha ha. My wine is finished, and I have also drank enough from the fount of reflection on my housemate to share tonight. 

body hairs good

stop being a pussy and buy some plane tickets

it has honestly been a while since i have genuinely liked a person so much. a part of that might be due to the half state of numbness my medication reduces me to nearly at all times, but that isn’t important. 

i think he’s endearing, if troubled. i think there’s a lot he needs to work on, though he might not like hearing it. i think people don’t know he’s actually got quite an introspective and sensitive soul, and it’s a shame how little light that soul gets to see.