Wrong era

Blank.

I want to write, but I feel like the only things I have in mind are the same old complaints about life and love and boredom. I guess that's the product of five years of celibacy. Give a man too much time to think and he will think too much.

I was reading old emails today. I read one email that said something like: "There's nothing more important than human relationships. Image and style don't matter. Relationships are all that is real and important."

I wish that could be true. But it isn't. Image does matter, and style. Our minds are conditioned since we were born to like things better than others. Even I, being the greatest guy in the world, being the all-understanding, all-giving, prince of this world, am influenced by image as well. Sure, I don't give too much importance to clothes and all, but a nice girl who doesn't attract me probably won't get a shot.

That's the only reason I can think of why I don't get a shot, myself. Up to this point, nothing has ever led me to believe I am not, in fact, the greatest guy in the world. So technically, I would deserve a great or less than great girl. Why can't I get the girl?

Is it because there's only one I want, and I'm just not her type? Image, style... behaviors even, perhaps. I'm just not what people look for in a man. I'm a man who would have been right in his place in another place, in another time. Firenze, 1303. Oh man... how prized a catch would I be...