I do NOT pursue girls because:1. Too time consuming. If my parents taught me ANYTHING, it's time management. Time is essentially the religion my family abides by [except my brother, that guys a ginormous cunt], as to the point where most things are decided as to whether time = worth the end result. This entails into how I would say that there would be better things to do than fulfil mine and their emotional needs. Like draw. That is QUITE dickhead-ed, but I can handle lonely, but I couldn't handle a week without exhausting all these ideas out of my head.
2. I cannot handle myself. I would not be able to understand other peoples problems when I can't even keep a track of all my own. I personally don't think I have that many, the voices inside my head and I regularly assure me that my life is pretty good in retrospect but even then, I still can't keep a leash on all those insignificant loose ends and that is what bothers me.
3. I am not a people person. I don't know if it was just my upbringing, or I was born without, but I just can't fully empathise with people on the level which the larger portion of the community would deem as 'normal'.
I just find 'empathy' to be illogical - or, 'emotion' for that matter. The internal workings of someone's mind should not have that much of an impact on their physical and spiritual being. I would honestly have to label these people as weak minded simply because they have no control over theirs.
3.5. I would not consider myself as part of 'society', thus not 'human' you could say. Constantly, I would pace in circles trying to find meaning in my existence [as I believe in the 'everything has a purpose' theory], only to conclude that I am just an empty machine designed to create and create in order to influence the masses from an ominous, 'behind the scenes' type viewpoint.
I would not want to associate myself with the idiocy I see dwelling off the media, slack jawed in their demise.
4. Money. This is debatable, but I would very much like to have 1 less thing to worry about. Just like Forrest Gump.
I do/have like/d girls [what, I'm not a faggot, nor am I asexual. I wouldn't believe it to be remotely possible in humans. What the fuck would the point of having a dick be? Pissing? What a waste.], but the main idea that Stephen and Black Bob tried to strain out of me is that:
5. I. Do. Not. Try.
For those above reasons, and also, I know statistically that I have a high tendency to fail in all my endeavours. I conclude this based on either my brain wiping my mind of all 'happy memories' or me not actually experiencing any at all. Everything I have tried thus far regardless of type of event has failed. Is it depressing to know that all my 'best memories' originate from my dreams? That I actually have to fill that empty void inside of me with figments of imagination to prevent myself from going fucking insane?
Time, Money, Emotion = The fundamental requirements for any type of relationship. I do not have any, thus I would fail if I tried - so I don't try.