It's really that hard...

Unless you're half an inch from shitting your pants, I mean literally, I don't think 'controlling' really works all that much. Hence all the bollocks about letting go, pissing-off, getting lost, going to Buddhist monasteries, and jerking off too maybe. From the list, you'd have obviously figured out which one works best.

But I'll tell you a tale, of how I managed to mangle my head between my own buttocks, just because I couldn't keep my eyes off of this bewilderingly attractive woman. The adjectives may be an bit of a stretch, about half a millimeter at that. But I couldn't keep myself from falling into what happened to be an endless hole in the ground. Thankfully, I haven't reached rock-bottom yet, but when I do....

Somebody's gonna get hurt real bad  

So yeah, I'm enraptured, lock stock and one bloody smoking barrel, and I have no clue what to do. How do you exactly get around these creations? And why does the curly-hair-geeky-looks trick work Every Single TIME? Genetic predisposition? Am I going to make rock-climbing-ropes out of them? Or does a genius fellow face generally become a turn-on for anyone with an IQ of minus 236? As usual, I haven't the faintest idea.

You write, you read, you run, you drive, do push-ups and other things in life, with this ONE face filling every crevice of time that falls in between. Every second that you're spending looking peacefully at the things around, staring out into the vast emptiness, pondering about infinite infinities, I'm spending in agony with only a big, and rather amusing surname blinking in front of my eyes like this..

  

You need to replace the "WARNING" with the surname of course(which I won't tell you purely in personal interest.). But you get a fair idea that what looks like fun for the first half a second, becomes a nightmare. Especially when your potential darling comes into your dreams and punches you in the nose. At least she didn't kick me in the nuts. Sadly her friend did.

No, I don't have a point to make by ranting all of this. I'm not sure  how much longer I should practice restraint, or how soon I should behave with reckless abandon. And I know for a fact that spilling the beans hasn't helped a soul in life. Except of course for those who wanted to kill someone in a lift with their fart. But then what do you do with all the raging bulls, horses and cattle and shitty pigeons? Let them loose so that they'll wreak havoc in the farm and also possibly in four towns nearby? Caging them seems cruel, riding on them all at once is anyway an impossibility, and either way, the pigeons are going to poop all over the place anyway. 

Damn! In Hindi, you call such conundrums "फ्री-फण्ड के स्याप्पे" (Free-fund ke siyappe), a.k.a Trouble without a cause.