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--- And that is where I go wrong. I take a simple thought, in this case the letter "i"...and run with it. Just, whatever pops in my head at the time. Seemingly random thoughts, but somehow, they are...important. I build off of a thought...but sometimes, I think too much.

And That is one way, I go wrong.

But this is where we can all go wrong sometimes. We don't ever really know what we are looking for. We are constantly searching. But I may have found an answer. At least one of them anyway. At least...one, for me. Now my results of this test I made, are solely my thoughts. What I thought and wrote is just a gut feeling, not necessarily the truth about them.  It is only one piece of the puzzle. But this example may shed some light for others possibly like me, but certainly it is not for everyone. I took 4 types of girls, and compared them to me and my personality...and how I feel towards that type of girl. On the spot, I started to write. I just let the thoughts flow. Again, Don't take offense to what I say, please. There are pros and cons to everyone. Gut feelings can change...but I find that they don't do that too often.

Type 1) A Girl from Roedean - She is innocent. She acts like Mother Earth. She doesn't...grasp, that she is using you. And for that, she is cute. An..odd, innocent-cute. You find caution in her forgetfulness, and strength in her emotional commitment. But you end up regretting and hating even...that she can't really see youu...as you really are. Again, you are nothing but a necessary tool. Can you feel the love...through that icy grip, while you hang over, that mountainous slip? Will she save you? Or will she let herself, and you, fall into the abyss...of nothingness?

Type 2) A Girl from Shipley - Too much Finkle and Einhorn here. "Einhorn is Finkel. Finkel is Einhorn. Einhorn is a man. EINHORN IS A MAN!!! AAARRRGGGHHH." Aka: Fickle TOO much here. She owns you, or she think she does, because...she feels that she has to own you. And if she can't have you, you are simply, just not good enough for her. She will run to you, pathetically...in a mess. You feel guilted, in her sufferings. You see that she is only...lost, in her own world. She needs, something...and it happens to be you this round. You feel the need, to give her a chance. But yet what you haven't realized...is that is, the city train. Everyone, and their neighbor, has gotten aids off that sticky, cheesy, junk...figuratively speaking. Her, "cuteness" will keep pounding your brain, and give you nightmares of a tranny with a mustache, on a cold night. She get's, two thumps down. Simple answer: nah man' nah. I don't roll like that.

Type 3) A Girl from Hounslow - She is looking for something, that she has lost...it's hers. But that's the thing...it's hers. She owns you...but she feels like she has to have you. Makes you feel special. You see the halo above her head...when reality, it is only the sun in your eyes that is above her. She is not the one. You have a soul. And your soul is owned, by you. She can be your, Oh, shiny., or you can be your own coin. She seduces you in, like worthless meat. And that is when you must say, "I am not chicken." Be your own man, and slap her if she tries to control you. Because that slap...is about as worthless as a single drop in the ocean, compared to her, evilness. Don't date a, Cruella de Vil. That is just "Baaaad..." for business.

Type 4) A Girl from Whitby - She is slightly bored. Disappointed even. You are a play-thing. Easily remembered, easily forgotten at times. She regrets you...She puts you down...and picks you back up again. You will be All that she ever sees. She has a constant, need...of some sort to have you. But is that enough? She can see you, yes...but only as a little Lego-man. You are, and hold a piece of, past innocence. Something that she doesn't want to let go of, that she can't not simply...put down. Somewhat obsessed. Childish even. She is the never reachable ghost, because she is only a shadow, a black silhouette. The black veil, that you instantly regretted un-concealing. You become the playful kids, that run down the werewolf's tunnel, on a dare...on a simple, curiosity. I begin to run, as fast as I can out...for it is now, that I realize...that I had interrupted mealtime. It was a good idea on paper bro...but then again, not so much. Maybe next time? Super.

Who wins?

I personally, would have to choose...a Roedean girl.

First off, the "types" of girls are named after cities in Great Britain. If you didn't catch that. Why is that relevant? Use your imagination.

To me, Roedean girls seem the most desirable of the 4. This may seem obvious, or not depending on what you think. But regardless, my thoughts make sense to me. Therefore, what I believed to be the one type, that I'd pick over the others... it ended up coming out nicer, sounding(?) than the other types of girls. Consciously, did it happen? Not really. But doesn't it just make sense? Yes. Are there other types of girls? Yes.

P.S. "This P.S. shouldn't have bothered."