As this February 14th approaches I think fondly to my last February 14. I saw a film about a girl who had vagina dentata. I was happy wandering the streets of the city alone, watching men nervously striding towards a busy street corner with roses in their hands while the women looked starry eyed as if thinking to themselves, "I'm so lucky".
I think that a vagina with teeth is much luckier.
I need to remember to externalize
stay healthy
not fall into the trap
live in the moment
etc
etc
I don't really know what's fun anymore. I know I only enjoy meaningful exchanges with interesting people. I know I act out when I am frustrated and don't know how to just feel okay about my boredom.
What are you supposed to do when you're legitimately bored with everything?
