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It occurs to me that I've moved away from my shallow friendships based on lust to those built on common interests and pleasurable interactions of the non-physical kind. That is a great step on the road to maturity, so they say. Well, I'm fucking miserable, so perhaps maturity is not the answer. That said, I'm going back to shallow cyclical lust-based relationships - not necessarily fucking everyone I know, but certainly a large percentage. Oh, and rampant alcoholism. I've made some really good friends, but unless I wipe you off my cock at some point, I have no further use for you. Buh-bye.