Loser = Me.

Before I go on a long-winded probably entirely too scattered one way discussion, please find a comfortable sitting place. You may in fact, want to lay, if possible. Because that's what I'm doing. And obviously whatever I'm doing, you should be doing.

I really do have some serious thoughts that need to escape, so don't skip over the beginning of this. Or do. I don't really care. Do what you want.

Can we make a hypothetical situation, hypothetical? Hypothetically speaking, of course.

Let's say you know someone, whose name starts with, oh I don't know, P. I would say that you and P are pretty close friends. I mean, you don't hang out every day, but you talk often enough and it's a two way street; you guys care about each other. Now lets just say that P is sort of turning into a man whore. Sorry, too blunt? P is sort of overly abusing his sexual mannerisms? What do you say to P? Seriously, what do you say? Because I'm at a loss for words. What if you don't want P to be a man whore anymore? P is a male, by the way. By man whore, I mean a man who is turning into a whore, if that wasn't clear.

And don't chastise me for being too harsh because you have NO IDEA what I'm going through because of this. My stomach is in knots just thinking about it.

Ew, I'm sorry for the seriousness of that all. We can move on from that. But I don't really want to move on right now. This blog is called Define: Kendall, so I'm going to define myself for you damnit, and this is defining ME right now!!!! I'm not even going to throw into the mix my other problems. I'd rather they didn't surface on a publicly available forum.

I just feel like I'm losing. There's no other way to put it. I am losing, and there's no way I can win because every solution I think of involves me losing. I'll be back.