remember way back when, when I was getting bored with twiddling my thumbs on a Saturday night. . . no? oh well, I don't blame you! well, seeing as I needed to get out and had noone to go with, I did something constructive about it. . . 
the results of which leave me in two (or more, even) minds as to what to do next. . .
are you familiar with that dilemma? when the left-hemisphere is telling you one thing and the right hemisphere something else (normally a completely different thing, and totally unconnected with the matter in hand)(or not in hand, as the case may be)(anyone who saw the season finale of House last night will know exactly to what I'm referring)(no, not being back in the psych clink, well not exactly anyhow, but the lack of corpus callosum issue)(I think mine is still intact, but sometimes it doesn't seem like it)
and now I find myself not knowing what to do. . . I think one thing, I feel something else; in addition to which, I don't feel certain things but I do think others that I hadn't expected to be thinking. . . and then, other times I think/feel completely the opposite to a previous time: all in all I'm at a loss for what to do next; if you trusted someone once and you were (really really really badly) let down, how do you know it won't happen again
on the other hand (or in the other hemisphere perhaps) it's nice having a friend. . . blast, now I'm blabbering on to no avail whatsoever
and on the other other hand (a completely different hemispere) - I'm still not mended properly, and don't want to get hurt again; and even if I was mended, why would I want to risk getting hurt (or causing hurt, even)? if it's better to have loved and lost than never loved at all, why ON EARTH would you chose to go back and subject yourself to all that all over again?
(he's not boring,
and looks are only in the eye of the beholder, eh)
