Greetings,
Boredom breeds laziness, but what breeds boredom? Good Question. Perhaps the simple answer is fear.
What is fear? Just to love, the one you think of and they then run away from you, not allowing you to? Perhaps.
I was going to explain the origin of the phrase "Not so lucky, Pierre" which my name gave weight to.
Well, it is the cri de coeur of the unlucky in love, of which I am the most I know. I have fallen to love and lost.
I have tried to reach out and been rejected.
Ah that the most painful curse of all as you reveal yourself to your most naked core and are still found wanting. How do you, how can you feel then?
So fuck dating websites.
What is left? Well the infinite flaws of oneself, which of course, you are not unaware.
But then? Are you not a person of some interest? Do you not have redeeming features? So why be rejected?
I know not.
When one tries to find love and is rejected, one can be as I was and at least one can say; "Not so lucky, Pierre!" As luck favors those who pertain towards it...
Perhaps it is best to pour yet more into the glass and think no more of it.
Pierre
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