- Take the fishing rod and bait the hook.
- Step back a little and then cast the line out.
- Wait
- Wait
- Cuss
- Wait
- Pray
- Wait
- Pray
- Wait.Cuss.Pray
Well it seems like this whole concept of "fishing" constantly follows me. Even when I'm not trying. I notice this main in my "love" life. (Love is in "" cuz well really there isn't a whole lotta love in my life. I'm not sad or anything like that over it. Actually I'm content with the way things are. My life is plenty complicated and busy without any extra "love". ) I use to be hopeful when I'd cast out my line, feeling the slight tugging on my heart strings thinking I'd caught the big one... only to real in my line and find out I'd caught a damn guppy =/ Toss it back. On and On this went until I said Maaaaaaaaaaaaan FUCK THIS, cuz you know like I said, I'm impatient. That catch and release bullshit ain't for me.
Lately, last two years or so, I've been the fish on the hook. Luckily I've more or less been able to realize when the bait used on the line ain't worth snappin at. Unfortunately, cuz there's been more bullshit bait on the lines I'm sure I've swam past some bait worthy of consumption. Even the few times I've found myself nibbling on the bait, I've backed up. Hell I've been slightly hooked, but pulled away before I was truly captured, getting off the hook left scars but fuck it... even at the thought of this I just gotta *shrug*. Cuz honestly I feel like Nemo when he was trapped in the aquarium... knowing there's an entire ocean out there, I can't bring myself to be content with biting at just any baited hook... no matter how tempting. I won't allow myself to get hooked. I'm not ready to be pulled out of waters I haven't explored.
I just hope I don't get eaten by a shark avoiding the hook.
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