playfuldude
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Today I had a day away. Took a ride on our local ferry vessel and spent some alone time at the beach. Thought a little, drank some alcohol, looked at some serious eye candy (and of course the eye candies barefeet.) Some pretty, some not so pretty(but still pretty enough). Wondered about how ticklish these ladies were, and if their husbands would beat the snot out of me for asking. Perhaps if I was tactful, and charasmatic like I used to be I could pull it off but for some reason in the last couple of years i've lost that edge of confidence that I used to have. As a result I fumble when i'm talking to most anyone, stuggle to hold a conversation and that makes talking tickling or even football and other things even more awkward. From there I flew into this vicious cycle of self doubt, and even dare I admit it. Borderline depression. All this brought on by the intoxication of the tickling itch that we all share. I suppose the good Lord blessed me with the gift (or curse) of deep, psychological, philosophical, and spiritual thought, but it sure makes relationships, friendships, and casual conversation a nightmare to initiate or maintain. Aahhh well. I'm running out of time at the library and thought I would rant a little. I hate feeling like i'm dumping my problems on people, but being such a mellow, and quiet fellow I don't really have any other outlet for frustration except to type it out and hope someone can relate. If you can feel free to lend a brother a hand, and if you can't, well thanks for taking time out of your day to read my little rant. lol God bless you guys n dolls..
Hope I made sense..
Hope I made sense..
