Phishing With The Innernette

There's plenty of fish in the sea. Unfortunately for me, the waters I throw my lure in just so happen to be in a complacent sea populated with average flounder who are content with their complacency. You would think with this big e-Net forcing us to mingle in social seawater that the selection would improve but it all seems like a facade. We all merely put up profiles and posts of who we ideally wish we were but aren't. We see a ripple in the water, bait our hooks, cast our lines, and wish for the best. We struggle, we reel, we pull, we put forth effort than more often than not end up disappointed with what we caught. Or in a different situation, some of us keep anything we catch but can't understand why that fish might be upset that we keep fishing. You can argue that just because you ordered doesn't mean you can't look at the menu, but then you could also argue that Pluto is still and always be a planet; you can wish, same as we all do, but you're still wrong and should stop where you are. But, to put this train of thought on a straighter track, we don't always catch what we expect. This is a poor extended metaphor, though, because I'm not a very picky person. I only require that you be a nice, honest, fish that is loyal. I don't care what fishly activities you partake in, it does not subtract from your character in the least to me. (unless you are a meth addicted escort of a fish, I might have to consider otherwise) Instead, conversely what happens is that the fish tire of their captor. This might be a creepy and the worst thing to call myself in this comparison, but it's how I end up feeling. I'm a pretty selfless fella and fishes seem to fall victim to their short attention spans when that occurs. When the air is thin, their minds begin to wander like a lazy eye then I feel foolish and feel the need to show myself out. Yeah, this is a terrible metaphor. Start over and imagine that I dug a hole, labeled it 'love', and waited for someone to fall into it. Well, someone did, stayed a little awhile, latched onto my arm, and begin breaking my bones starting at the fingers. I could have gnawed my arm of at the joint in the beginning, started to actually, but found it more fitting to let her break the entire arm and crawl out on her own accord. Now I'm at the bottom of a hole that I dug myself and trying to crawl out with one arm. That's a more apt description than looking for phish. I'd be thankful to be at the point again, but for now I just want out of my current predicament.