The Day it Rained Blood

So, let me get this straight:

I'm not eligable to be a woman's guy because I am unemployed. But they would still look for a man in their own way. And in case they did find him somewhere, someday, then they wouldn't - in a million years - give him one hint. Therefore, he's still stuck in square one.

Am I right?

So if the entire population was on that track, as am I, then none of us would ever get married. Even though they have the desire to be.

A woman's mentality is so complicated some, if not, all the time. It's like taking yourself into this game of a maze whereby you don't yourself the outcome and you're still playing it along the way trying to figure out what it is she is up to. And there are those who give you this indifenite answer that they're totally uninterested but (and this could be just me) their actions say otherwise. And it drives you absolutely bananas! Milkshakes even!

Why am I killing myself with all this talk and thinking about when, who, what, where, and why? Why? Why? Why?

I'm not depressed.

I'm just thinking out loud.