Train Wreck
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Watching Amy Winehouse last night made me think of all the female train wrecks I've come across as I traverse this great world of ours. Indeed, I have been a fucked-up mess as some point in my life, but unfortunately no one really listened to my tantrums and self-piteous mewling and I had to eventually pull myself out of it. But as we all know, these professional train wrecks know how to pull off a spectacularly dazzling display of self-destruction, and there's always a captive audience. I guess just like for every psycho behind bars there's some sympathetic housewife writing him letters, for every girl hunched over the porcelain goddess every Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights, there's always a knight in shining armor waiting for the privilege of holding her hair back. I've dated these guys, briefly, when I was the amateur train wreck; but as soon as they realized I was actually self-sufficient, they were outta there. Man, that always pissed me off.
Watching Amy Winehouse last night made me think of all the female train wrecks I've come across as I traverse this great world of ours. Indeed, I have been a fucked-up mess as some point in my life, but unfortunately no one really listened to my tantrums and self-piteous mewling and I had to eventually pull myself out of it. But as we all know, these professional train wrecks know how to pull off a spectacularly dazzling display of self-destruction, and there's always a captive audience. I guess just like for every psycho behind bars there's some sympathetic housewife writing him letters, for every girl hunched over the porcelain goddess every Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights, there's always a knight in shining armor waiting for the privilege of holding her hair back. I've dated these guys, briefly, when I was the amateur train wreck; but as soon as they realized I was actually self-sufficient, they were outta there. Man, that always pissed me off.
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