"A motorcade of 'meant-to-be's..."
- Babyfur, Little
No your memory works just fine You know exactly who I’m referring to.A big bro who was "fond of four-wheeled vehicles," perhaps, or am I stretching an old memory over a newer event? (I'm a bunny with an elephant's memory, for better or worse.) In any case, I'm really glad your intentions were more benign than suicide, and I'm also glad you had somebody there to pick you up--literally and in other ways. Indeed, I totally get the appeal. If it can be reproduced without controlled substances, it has my full endorsement. But, in all seriousness, I think we'd all like a bit of letting go. I'm not sure exactly the form I'd want it to take, and I'd probably prefer that it didn't involve resigning myself to using a padlocked diaper, but to a great extent, the ends justify the means. I won't judge. There's a BDSM stereotype of a CEO who likes to be tied up and spanked after hours. And I think there's a bit of that (or more) in all of us, metaphorically speaking.
I’m just trying to figure it all out. We all are. Some days are better than others. I hope with the alteration to my living routine, I’ll be able to regress again and release the pressure valve more often than I have.
I can’t go back through this a third time, though. I need to learn to be comfortable with myself. I suppose I’m gonna be one zany four-year-old bachelor from here on out.