Rude Boy

I’m trying to figure out if my life is fucked up because I’m a bad person, crazy, or in a relationship. I hear this type of thing all the time—there is no perfect relationship, marriages don’t fail because you’re “with the wrong person” and I suppose I could agree with that, but…

I’m not saying that I’m “with the wrong person.” I’m saying that any person, any chick, every chick is the wrong person. I’m saying that I really could be destined to be single for the rest of my life. No kids, nobody to comfort me when I’m dying of a rock-hard liver…got it?

Maybe I’m a nomad.

Maybe I’m just too fucked-up in the brain to make something work. Too selfish? Too rude? Too immoral? Hey, I could be ALL THOSE THINGS.

This is nothing new. I’m trying to broach the subject with my shrink.