Live, Love, and Hate – by Orpheus
Week 83 – Chocolate and Puppy Dogs
(New Years Eve ’05, 12:57 AM) Okay, class, repeat after me: plays are not poems, plays are not poems, plays are not poems, plays are not poems, plays are not poems, plays are not poems, plays are not poems, plays are not poems, plays are not poems, plays are not poems, plays are not poems, plays are not poems, plays are not poems, plays are not poems plays are not poems, plays are not poems, plays are not poems, plays are not poems, plays are not poems, plays are not poems, plays are not poems, plays are not poems, plays are not poems, plays are not poems. Very good.
Okay, now that I’ve got that out of my system, I am ready to move on to the main article (I suspect that I abused comas in that sentence). In case you’re a bit thick, the point of the last episode was this: While it seemed wrong to describe R as “the love of [my] life”, it did seem appropriate to use this term to describe little Amy. I’m not entirely sure why that is, but it is. And, hey, at least Amy apologized for leading me on, which R never did. R seemed to think that breaking up with someone over something they did eight months ago and you said you’d forgiven them for isn’t leading them on. I’d say that’s leading on, wouldn’t you?
Y’know, I read a while back somewhere (can’t remember where) that eating chocolate gives you the same feeling as being in love. I made a point of considering this over a Hershey’s bar. It isn’t true. My family, for some reason, seems to think that I dislike chocolate. This isn’t true either. It’s just that I like fruit-flavored things a little better. White chocolate, however, is not technically chocolate, and it tastes awful.
Today (okay, really yesterday) somehow, a conversation between my brother and my mother drifted from the subject of pets to “would you want a robot for a wife”. It’s kinda scary, but, even before today, I’ve put a lot of thought into that question (the grammar system on MS Word is really screwy). I mean, she’s not real, but if she loves you, does it really matter? But then again, I mean, she’s programmed to simulate loving you, she doesn’t actually; is close enough good enough? If it’s close enough that you can’t tell the difference, does it really matter? I don’t know.
“I wish I could meet someone on a night like this” is a quote from bizarre Japanese video gaming masterpiece True Love. It’s been running through my head all day. I kind of agree with the sentiment. Or wish at least that someone was on at this time of night as regularly as I am.
Someday, maybe in the next episode, I’ll tell you why I hate (okay, really just very strongly dislike) anime/manga and new age-y things.
Y’know, I got thinking when I was out walking today (yesterday). I mean, Amy loved me, ya? So, how can she just stop? That doesn’t make sense to me. I don’t get how you can one day just decide you don’t love someone anymore because of their gender. It just. . . I don’t get it. Then again, there’s a lot I don’t get. Week 80 (which has been Lost) reveals that quite well. Did I ever tell you that I made J cry? Yeah, I did, made me feel horrible; that was a while back, though, on Halloween.
I plan on doing a series of updates in the next few weeks that will catch you up on events between the resignation and now, filtering out some of the parts of the Lost episodes.
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