Luke Perry 1966-2019

No, not my newly rediscovered crush, my guilty pleasure, my legal reason to watch Riverdale, especially after he confronted me last week with the tragedy of life. Pre

tty a tragedy as soon as you realize that such a tasty thing on television could have been your child. Well, I can't do anything about it. In my head I'm still a twenties. Well, a mid-twenties, a little less naive than with brand new 20. As long as I don't look in the mirror, I can fool my psyche very well. Maybe because I became chronically ill at the beginning of 20 years. Those years have passed me completely, where others usually meet their partners, settle down and their lives towards them. I've got stuck on life. Literally life. It “enjoys every day” life.

Now that's not such a problem, but besides that, I'm very likely suffering from a lot of commitment anxiety. As soon as someone finds me worth it, I'll close the door. Tedeledoki and tabé. Unsuitable as a relationship material, at foot, my person, so settling has never come of it, which means that I can enjoy the masculine clean in the ultimate and shamelessly, because of my left mid-twenties brain also of unattainable masculine clean. The late Heath Ledger, Johnny Depp in his better years, Luke Perry without a beard.

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