euphoric-heartbreak asked: Sorry I'm only answering now but... 6, 12, 27 anddd 48 :)
6. What are you excited for?
There’s some film coming out on Friday, about some guy who dresses up as a bat. Going to see it at the BFI IMAX, should be alright. The other two were ok. Yeah, kind of excited about that.
Oop. Sorry, I just thought about it and wet myself a little bit. Which leads nicely on to the next question…
12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans?
…because I’m going to have to take these skinny jeans off! All of my jeans and chinos that I wear on a regular basis are skinny, but not really tight, just skinny/slim fit. My genitalia don’t suffer if I wear them. I can comfortably cross my legs. Although, being a man, this is not necessarily a good thing. Oh well.
27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh?
I’d imagine that they’d have to at least make me smile in some way and yeah, I guess, laugh, for me to be even remotely interested in thinking about them in that way. I bloody hate the word ‘date’ though. That whole notion of giving it a name. “Date”. “Dating”. “Seeing someone”.
Basically, you’re just meeting up and maybe holding hands, snogging, maybe at a push, intercourse…ing…
I have been accused of thinking too much, but I like the way I think, it’s just a shame that my love life has drowned in my thoughts. I’ve deconstructed the whole relationships thing to the barebones of Boy/Girl + Girl/Boy (delete as appropriate) like one another, do a merry dance of fakery/nauseating romanticism, end up together, spend time together, have a fucking headache of a time in a relationship and either carry on with it and make it work (and I applaud you if you do) or give up. Oh and they have sex. Because, you know…they can. Or maybe they want kids. But mainly it’s just because…they can. “I got a penis” “OH! That’s funny because I’ve got a vagina!” “SWEET! Let’s do this thing!” I’m not saying my deconstruction is at all correct, but it’s the way I look at it and I can’t NOT look at it like that. I’m completely closed off to the idea of being with someone. I just can’t take myself to that level. When it comes to the crunch…just won’t happen. I just don’t think I could be bothered with the headache of holding a relationship together, it just seems like SUCH a headache. What is the point? I haven’t had that epiphany yet. Maybe never will. Who knows?
Right now, this human being has severely tampered with his wiring. Teen loneliness does that to you…gives you the tools to tamper.
Oh dear. What a kerfuffle.
48. Do you sing in the shower?
I used to, DEFINITELY, but I no longer do. Mainly because I have to warm my voice up to be able to sing decently these days, but also because I just don’t have the confidence to be doing stuff like that. I quietly might drop a line or two, but…not really. Now, in the car…I’m the fucking lead singer. Can’t. Nobody. Touch. Me.
Fanx 4 dese queshchuns.