Psych.

Liberosis.

Shit happens and then it's gone.
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Average Joe was a passing breeze. Something to pass the time and I think we both had an unspoken agreement that it was bound to end. But in the mean time, we would pretend to care for each other, "Hey. Te quiero. I like you. You're mine." I left. Again. Like always. I removed myself and made it so that he would do the same. I was angry. And I had no real reason to be.
I look back on it now and realize how stupid the whole situation was.
So, there was only one thing to do and that was to keep driving. Somewhere along the way, I made mistakes that opened up my mind to the predictable ways of people who claimed to be unique. Even the closest people to me were like puppets to their idealistic cliches. "I will play victim because I don't want to be seen as a bad person, even though I am." To relate to this era's edgy generation, those people could be referred to as sheep. A metaphor. A flock of simple minded human beings with only one purpose in life: to be loved like the rest and by the rest. Yes, that does sound lovely, doesn't it? If the price of that is losing one's individuality, i'd much rather be alone.
But I am on a tight rope and I feel a hint of vertigo. Things at the moment could go either way.
I hop from town to town, leaving scattered "friendships" wherever I go. I had to admit, they didn't mean much. Like Average Joe, they were temporary. Temporary because I would always choose to leave before they became more. I didn't have the energy to deal with long term relations. But I did stop to enjoy some of the pleasures of meeting strangers. Maybe someday they'd have the chance to become more, but not today nor tomorrow.