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There are people that cannot live comfortably without codifying every nuance of their existence. I am a big proponent of living and letting live. So, if a person has this sort of personality, then fine. Be who you are. BUT, this obsession with defining the motive behind every action of MINE; this drive to 'figure me out', will more than likely just annoy me.

A great many people take 'shortcuts' in thought. That's partially what memory is. Analogously, you don't have to relearn things because you remember that 'B' follows 'A'. As long as that pattern is true, then that 'shortcut' of thought is efficient. Quite a few people rarely take the time to determine whether their familiar pattern of thought is even appropriate to new situations they encounter. Rather than change the way they think to match the new pattern presented, these people continue to try hammering round pegs into square holes. To be fair, we ALL have blind spots. That's one of the conditions of imperfection. But, some folks take their blind spots to the extreme.

I've been told by a few people that, "You seem like you date White girls." *smh* That's a bullshitty, binary-assed equation, as if:

1 = White women & 0 = my fist

News Flash: I do like White women. Here's the key, though: Just because I like one thing does not mean I dislike its alternatives. I also like Brown, Mocha, Caramel and (Haha) Fudge colored women. Yella girls and red girls are cute to me as well, even if they're a li'l narrow across the beam for my tastes. Don't try to pigeonhole me in that spot in your intentionally narrowed perceptions just so that you can feel comfortable dealing with me. Just leave me alone if that's beyond your present capabilities.

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Y'know, at this age, a lot of people are trying to get resettled in some sort of well-defined relationship, if for no other reason than to be able to describe it to their friends. I, personally, am DATING. I married a woman when I was 21 years old with the expectation of being with her for the next few billion years. If you know me, you'll realize that I am not engaging in hyperbole when I say that. That whole marriage thing blew up in my face like a one of Wile E. Coyote's traps. 2008 was the end of that. So, now, why the hell would you think that I'd want to jump into something else only two years later?

To be fair, after nearly 20 years (droll when compared to that whole 'billions' thing, I know), I got acclimated to captivity. I wanted that sense of confinement. Open the cage door on a tiger who's been cooped up for that length of time and watch how he looks back @ the cage door when you drag him out. So, I flailed about seeking the limits to this new situation. But, after two years of not having to worry who I talk to about what, after two years of doing what the fuck I wanna do because I wanna do it; do you really think I'm 'bout to rush back into the captivity of somebody ELSE's expectations?

Mmmmmno.

...and, no. I'm not talking about you. This is introspection and clearing my head. But, if you feel you need to deal with me in a 'certain way' based on what you've read, then I understand.