I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that most men suck. I've certainly had my round of them, as have most of the other people in my life. It seems as though the only good ones left are the ones who are related to me. I guess I should thank God for that, at least. Sometimes, though, I think they make it harder. They make it seem like I'll end up having to settle for something less than I deserve, less than extraordinary. I'm not holding my breath.

Not every man is unable to commit/tell the truth/be faithful; I know that. Lately, though, I'm losing faith. It appears as though Ashlee and Joey are done (again) due to his immaturity level and her not really loving someone who is, quite obviously, not good enough for her. She deserves more. I'm still on the fence about Sam and Jon because of everything he's pulled in the past, everything he still says and does that makes me want to run him over with my car. I can't help but think perhaps all of us have hopes that are a bit too large for this small town.

But then I stop and think that I don't want to be cynical about love. My life is beautiful; I have no regrets. This is the happiest I've been in years, and it's just me, all alone, in my perfect little world. I love who I am, who I've become, and the knowledge that I can change that from day to day, however I see fit. I've got lots of different personalities that I like to try on for size, some fit me like a glove while others fit like last night's too-big t-shirt. Either way, it's me. It's us. Against the world.

I'll write more later. Right now, it's time to drink, smoke, and take care of the people I love. All in a day's work.