Your life is an exercise in balance. How close to rock-bottom can you hover without ever actually getting there? This is a question you strive to answer every day as you make your way clumsily through life. It’s a question that underlines all the decisions you make, both big and small, from who to date to how to manage your meager finances to what poisonous substances to consume. It’s what keeps you up at night and what feeds your generalized anxiety disorder as well as your myriad, troubling addictions. This question is really the ultimate goal of your whole life.

Lucky for you, Fraudulent Living is here to show you the way. The true way. The way of the neurotic, self-obsessed, success-avoiding loser. It’s time to quit pussyfooting around and do this for real.

That’s right, “pussyfooting.”

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Saturday, January 10, 2009

Some thoughts on dating


For a person living fraudulently, dating is pretty much all-around horrible. I suspect even for non-frauds, dating is at best a mixed bag. But, unfortunately it's a sometimes-necessary step in the process of having sex. (Sex itself is also a very dubious goal, though, because although you want it, you know that you'll probably spend the next several weeks after checking yourself for early signs of syphilis.) 

If you go to bars a lot, as you should, especially on week nights, then this is the likely place you'll meet your future ex. Bars are a great place to meet people you might end up having sex with because it will probably be so loud that you won't be able to hear whatever asinine thing the person is bound to say that will make them suddenly completely unattractive. Most people, when given the chance to talk, will do this. So drink a lot so that you misunderstand them or just simply start tuning them out. 

After you have awkward drunk sex with this person, you should evaluate the situation in terms of whether or not you ever want to do that again. If the answer is a resounding "NO!", then just leave. Quickly. Do not spend the night. I know this may seem trashy, but believe me, it's much better than lying in a stranger's bed, waiting for the sun to rise.

If you decide, foolishly, that a relationship may be worth pursuing with this person, then you should still leave right after sex. Cuddling with someone you just met isn't cute, it's weird and borderline crazy. Having intense drunken sex is fine, but then cuddling afterwards and falling asleep in each other's arms when you don't even know the person's last (or maybe even first) name is just wrong. Get out and save your dignity so that it can be destroyed later, in a less-weird way.


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