"That is Saudi Arabia, our partners in peace"

From time to time one put's one's self in a situation not exactly...let me put it this way. From time to time I can really drop the ball. I've been a bit of a ball-dropper for sometime now (poor choice of words, much?). I keep wondering when that's gonna stop. And there's only one way it can really. It can't. Things that are screwed up cannot be blamed on by anything but the people that screw them up. True story. True fact. Fact of life. One of the biggest problems with the world right now is the fact that nobody wants to step up to the plate and take responsibility for their actions. I have a point. But LJs are stifiling. LJs are public. You can't just let it spill out. You can't "bare (or bear?) your soul" as it were. People can read them. People do. Why every thought and sentence I've mustered up tonight needs to stand-alone is a mystery. And a mystery it shall remain. As many things have remained. A friend of mine pointed out to be the other day that the concept of love, romance love anyway, is one of the most selfish things in the world. The idea that somebody is supposed to give you something back for the mere purpose of existing is such a stupid-ass philosophy. There's a point I'm trying to articulate here. I'm not exactly finding it. Stumbling in the dark a bit. I'll get back to you on it. No, what I'm saying is that kind of love is an absolutely selfish one. And I conclude this evening's post with a singluarly confident and self-esteemy thought: Why do I suck?