Here’s something depressing:
I just got up a little bit ago from a too-long nap, so I’m feeling very blah, very grumpy, very down, you know? I had a little coffee, and I’m watching netflix. I tried to find something that wouldn’t be even more depressing. No Christmas movies, no romantic comedies, none of that stuff. So, I decided on some stand-up comedy.
Well, the comedian is talking about how long he went without having sex. Of course, the depressing thing is that I, of course, paused to figure out how long it’s been since I had sex.
A little over 8 years.
No sex…you know, with another person.
Okay, there were a couple of people I sort of fooled around with a couple of times in the past 8 years, but no real sex. No real “consummation”. And I haven’t even fooled around with anyone in a little over 3 years.
Whew. Happy Holidays. So much to be thankful for, and celebrate, and whatever.
Yeah, I’m not even trying. There seems no point.