10.11.2012

Coitus Hiatus

For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; a time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; a time to tear, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; a time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a time for peace. (Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 ESV)

I'm on an involuntary coital break. An involuntary yet self-induced hiatus from that which gives me the most pleasure. And it is torture. 

Literal.
Torture. 

I spend most nights devising elaborate plans. Ways and means to get some in my life. And they all fail.

It seems I've become too lazy to make even half the effort necessary to achieve any kind of favourable results.

I am a hopeless case. Stuck between a rock and a hard place. [Oh to be in that hard place]

I long for complacency.

Waiting for time to reveal itself to me.

iNi

need to get laid or paid [whichever comes first]

Nadya Dee