annoyances

how does one get rid of a crushee (you’re the crushed. i mean, you are not the crushed. but hypothetically speaking, you're the crushed) to whom you’ve made it explicitly clear that you’re am not interested in things romantic, without completing getting rid of the person himself? he’s nice enough and all. . .(the dreaded “nice”.)
the shit is annoying. really. how i land myself in bizarre (non)relationships time and time again, i’m not 100% sure. i have ideas. i always have ideas.
in theory, i could just nip it in the bud and just explicitly say what i think needs to be said. (i’ve done this at least once already.) but i tend to be incredibly, well, okay, blunt, and if the theoretical crushee is uber-sensitive (which he is), this just complicates things...
why the fuck am i even wasting my time on this?

i blame boredom. for everything. boredom is my best friend and my worst enemy. it will lead me to fortune or despair. boredom. well, i blame boredom. (being nice contributes to situational reservation.)
boredom is also what led me to make what could be described as rather foolish decisions over the weekend. if i was the sort to wallow in regret, i could.
but wallowing holds me back, and i've done that to myself enough already.
wow, aren't we approaching borderline sharing.

and so it goes.