Ironic but yet not
This is my take of the weekend.. When it comes to my belongings I’m normally a person who doesn’t mind sharing. I lend thing to my friends, but if it’s very valuable to me or I don’t trust the friend fully in giving it back how it was, then I won’t share.
People mean a lot to me. They’re obviously a lot more valuable than objects specially ones I’m intimate with. So would I ever share them with anyone else? No. That’s why I don’t like the idea of ‘fuck buddies’ or no strings attached relationship. Exclusive relationships is the only ones I’d go for.
What happened over the weekend wasn’t because I was drunk. It can’t even be justified by me wanting to try out something ‘dirty’. It was a spur of a moment thing. I was mindful of to what level it was fine to allow it. I trusted the other people involved fully. Otherwise it would have never happened. I never double-date, or tolerate it if it happens to me.
I’m purer than some might think.
