Ugh! Not About Love Again!
Don’t we all love it when the High School Beauty Queen commits suicide or gets pregnant all of a sudden?
Well, if you’ve been the type to have had the High School Beauty Queen for a girlfriend, obviously, you’d hate to see that happen.
Well, well, I absolutely know what I am talking about. Either I am being morbid or creepy, but certainly, I am making some sense. You make not like what I am saying, or you may hate what I am getting into, but you really can’t just ignore me.
Who am I talking to? To myself, duh. (laughs) It’s so hard to cope with so many perfect people, beautiful people, glamorous people, intelligent people, people people. Why can’t we just associate with the ones we choose to love?
Hell yeah. Don’t we all do that? (laughs) Oh yeah. We go out and hang out with the people we love. But does it come naturally? I mean, this love thing that’s supposed to make the world go round?
Heartbroken Hopeless Romantics, Unite! How I wish Marx said something like that. What the hell, the world could have been a better place. Then we won’t have to listen to Coldplay or Nirvana or Dashboard Confessional anymore.
Why do we have to love in the first place? Can’t we just stare at one another’s eyes and let sparks fly out and illuminate the universe with a ‘let’s get it on!’ kind of feeling and we shall always go forth and multiply, unable to subdue all those volatile passions and carnal desires.
But we have complicated everything by bringing chocolates and love songs and roses and tulips and teddy bears and diamond rings and loveletters and postcards and now, condoms and feminine washes and drinks and ambiance and coffee and whatever sets our minds in the mood for love.
Have I missed anything out?
