I'd be lying if I said I was happy with certain things in life. The shit has to stop before it hits the fan. Clubbing, drinking, checking out girls, fantasising a bevy of beautiful cute girls as my closest clique of friends, eating fruits for vitamins, etc. All this futile shit will end up giving me nothing of note, nothing of any importance. I have to understand that not every task I do in order to achieve something in the larger picture should be undertaken. Only if the end result is achieved does it justify the means. Checking out girls is futile unless you have the courage to ask them out. Clubbing is only good if you end up meeting someone you are compatible with, and somehow it is, stripped down to its bare bits, just another dating device. So, it means shit if you don't go through with it.

Clubbing is shit to me. Cos I can't bust a move. Cos I can't ask for a number. Cos I can't talk with anyone, although it doesn't matter because they can't hear me anyway. It's fact that I don't club, but why do I do it and expose my frailties and clubbing weaknesses? Another stupid thing I do, yet again.

Although really, was tonight really so bad as to throw me into a pensive ranting mood? I mean, clubbing can make people come home drunk, clubbing can make one nauseous, but throw someone into a total philosophical breakdown? Questions has to be asked...

So what becomes of you my love. When they have finally stripped you of, the handbags and the gladrags that your poor old grandad had to sweat to buy ya...