the itch, have you heard about
the itch you cannot scratch
time for a refresher on my life.
guy a
is wonderful. sat next to me tonight during a kebab dinner for six. i had a urge to take his hand and kiss his knuckles. i kept looking at his unruly hair, seeing the patterns weaved by chaos in his soul (yes, i'm cheesy, and i also listened to skid row in the early nineties). drink helped to relax so i also managed to exchange a few jokes with him during the night, the first one we spent together in months. also, he asked me to lunch for tomorrow. i forget a detail: he rejected me on march 21st, and he still goes out with heather love. actually, he doesn't go out. they mainly stay in. he's coming on holiday with me and a few mates. he's also cutting the holiday short since the place where she works closes on aug. 10th and he can't leave her alone for long. i did suggest she comes to the island where we're going. i didn't mention she might be left there.
guy b
fits the plan, if there ever was someone fitting it. i sat in front of him last night during an indian dinner for two. he's fun. i cried with laughter for some thirty minutes, which isn't a normal occurrence. i don't like his hands and i have no urge to kiss them, although his eyes - which he averts all the time - are not all that bad. he says 'thanks for spending the night with me', he wants me to call him, he knows things, i can bombard him with deep questions and although he doesn't have the answer i don't feel silly while telling the truth. he knows he has a drinking problem. so do i. i mean, i know i do have one. his father is from the wretched area of friuli, notoriously owned by one mr. ietri, but it's not his fault, after all. three problems: one, i feel a desire to send him messages detailing my depressive state, he doesn't - or if he does he doesn't write. two (and a consequence), i'm rejectable, although this is not going to happen for months, because i don't even know if i'm interested, eventhough the plan does not leave many chances. three, i feel all sick about guy a, which is most definitely not a good sign.
work
is making me feel unappreciated and generally a bit stupid. i bang my head against the wall every day, will be in the office this weekend and the one that follows. i produce way much than most people do, still i'm not in a moment of fame and fortune, nor i do stopper death. yeah, june 4th is coming, and so is the prisoner of azkaban. i'm on a tangent here. anyway, people couldn't care less about me, because i'm secondary, and so is my whole office at the moment. we really are not relevant to the powers that be. i want to be in their heart. i came so close last summer, then managed to fuck up in february by failing a selection. i'm not trying again.
the past
last week i told my ex that i think that not being all happy about someone because he or she doesn't like the music we do is a bit stupid (he was complaining about his new partner being insensitive to his favorite bands, which are crap anyway). in this moment, i'd kill anyone who'd try to stop the record i'm playing. i'm inconsistency incarnated.
the future
sometimes i think i've got it all figured out, and everyone fits in the plan. sometimes i'd just love to be left alone.
maybe you've got something i've never seen
maybe all you've got is nothing