Since the last time that I complained, I’ve been stood up two more times 8)
I lost track of the times this has happened now and also lost track of the excuses. I don’t mean to make it a racial thing, but it’s in the Japanese culture to try to be kind and not hurt people. For that reason, a lot of excuses are normally made: I have a cold, I’m so busy with work, I fell asleep, my father got trapped in the car wash (last one is from an Italian song dedicated to men that are slave of females’ whims 8). Knowing that, I always try not to force anything, yet, I get flipped around and find myself feeling guilty for having tried to force something !
“Please wait for me ! I’m coming ! I’m com, I’m co.. opssss “
I think that over a certain limit, it stops being unwillingness and starts being some sort of chronical illness. It expresses the need to try force someone into being dependent of the other. To do what’s not nice, but possible and always go one step further.
It’s a complex game, because one has to try to be understanding and not show much care, but at the same time can’t afford for the other to take advantage and let the situation degenerate. When a situation degenerates, one can end up in situations that are at least very uncomfortable, like a girl that goes around being all sweet to you and showing the pictures of her real bf, or showing up at your apt paying a visit of courtesy and coming up with “I found a new boyfriend ! I’m so happy ! We had sex yesterday ! Look, here is a picture of him in his underwear !” …Good for you !!
Then there is no limit to what things can come to. ..if one had to avoid the bullshit at the root, he’d have to ignore a great deal of people. My policy, however, is just to let things pass by, because they can be somewhat funny as they happen or, at least, they can become funny when time passes by and memories aren’t so bitter anymore. Plus, they make for good stories to tell ! 8)
Eventually, what really matters is just to let things come and go, because in a world governed by statistics, it doesn’t make sense to try to make an individual out of a pretty girl: the current one is as wrong as the previous one and as wrong as the next one. People make couples when they find similarities, but, sadly, most similarities are found in the most common people. One is like what one likes.

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