heartbreakers

I am a terribly distracted guy...I dont know why....but its in the structure of my genes...
anyways..was talking to a friend..and were generally talking about how airport terminals have separate terminals for arrivals and departures...atleast in whichever ones we have been too..
The theory is that the 30,000 heartbreakers that arrive in the city dont see the 30,000 heartbreakers leaving this city.......Me I guess still want to hang in here..

Another conversation with a friend...
Friend:: Do you ever feel you've become the worst version of yourself? That a Pandora's box of all the secret, hateful parts - your arrogance, your spite, your condescension - has sprung open? Someone upsets you and instead of smiling and walking away, you zing them? "Hello, it's Mr Nasty." I'm sure you have no idea what I'm talking about..
Me:: No, I know exactly what you mean, and I'm completely jealous. What happens to me when I'm provoked is that I get tongue-tied and my mind goes blank. Then I spend all night tossing and turning trying to figure out what I should have said. What should I have said, for example, to a person who recently belittled my existence?
Friend:: But then, on the other hand, I must warn you that when you finally have the pleasure of saying the thing you mean to say at the moment you mean to say it, remorse inevitably follows.