Neo Complex

After talking with an old friend who mentioned he would die for others willingly and knows that others wouldn't do it for him, it made me scuff... not laugh, not giggle, but scuff. I thought, well yeah... everyone says that, I mean I say it and mean it while others just say it. How do you know if someone's telling the truth? Well no, don't put them in a life and death situation! But you can basically tell by the way the person treats you, and by how much they care about you. Either way that all isn't exactly my point... the thing is, he got me thinking about something that I've known for a long time, just never really verbally said it--I have a Neo complex.

Yes... that Neo; he was The One and was even able to do sweet gravity defying moves as well as stop bullets. So what do I mean by this because it's obvious I can't stop bullets at will and I can't do awesome knee bending moves that put me parallel to the floor... allow me to explain...

The wounded birds; they need a lot of love, care, nursing, nurturing, and especially a lot of attention (the list does go on). They tend to show profound traits such as being very needy, rather clingy, and possessive, but these traits surface after they've been with you for a month or so and have grown accustomed to the loving environment you've exposed them to. So you're wondering, why the hell would someone want to be with someone like that. Hell, I'm asking myself the same damn question! For some odd reason, I seem to think I can be the one that's going to help them and save them. How? If I knew, I'd be out saving the world, not just wounded birds.

So now, I address why I'm complaining about this, well it seems my best friend labels all the guys I end up with as Bunky McGees (her coined phrase for losers). I don't think they're losers, just wounded, and hell someone has to love them and help them through their problems, that someone is me; I'm The One. Damn my Neo Complex!