COERCION AND PAIN
After much coercing, I managed to wrangle the address to my colleague's blogspot.
He went through a pretty awful break up recently. It's one thing to Know that something Awful has happened to someone, its another to read about in its rawest form. To know that even on the best of days, the excruciating pain of losing someone you have loved, is there in the back of your mind.
I admire his honesty, and his fragility, and his strength.
>>>
Personally, I'm just fed-up with life, and the glorious magnificent story that is called love.
A few points:
1. I blame the romance novels - particularly Mills & Boone, The Bachelor Duke
2. I blame stupid romantic movies - particularly French Kiss, While You Were Sleeping and Titanic ... yes I watched Titanic... three times)
3. I blame America and George bloody Bush - because at the end of the day, if you analyzed it in great detail, and statistically speaking, both America and George bloody Bush are to be blamed for almost every evil there is in the world, including but not limited to global warming, dying babies and hummers
... for the blatant false representation of this irritating nugget called love. Because of all this malicious spreading of disinformation we now believe that anything can be done in the name of love, that people will lay down their lives in the name of love, people will disown families in the name of love, people will spend hours and hours tagging along with you shopping telling you that you do not look fat in the name of love, people will make little tatoos of your name on their armpits in the name of love...
But its a LIE!!!
It's all a bloody LIE!!!
I'm telling you. It only happens in movies.
And so, I'm going to swear off Love and Men and run off to live the life of an ascetic, free of attachments to worldly objects (like Men). Footloose and fancy free, running around in orange togas with a very attractive short crew cut.
And I will do this, tomorrow.
Or at least after I get my bonus.
Cheh
He went through a pretty awful break up recently. It's one thing to Know that something Awful has happened to someone, its another to read about in its rawest form. To know that even on the best of days, the excruciating pain of losing someone you have loved, is there in the back of your mind.
I admire his honesty, and his fragility, and his strength.
>>>
Personally, I'm just fed-up with life, and the glorious magnificent story that is called love.
A few points:
1. I blame the romance novels - particularly Mills & Boone, The Bachelor Duke
2. I blame stupid romantic movies - particularly French Kiss, While You Were Sleeping and Titanic ... yes I watched Titanic... three times)
3. I blame America and George bloody Bush - because at the end of the day, if you analyzed it in great detail, and statistically speaking, both America and George bloody Bush are to be blamed for almost every evil there is in the world, including but not limited to global warming, dying babies and hummers
... for the blatant false representation of this irritating nugget called love. Because of all this malicious spreading of disinformation we now believe that anything can be done in the name of love, that people will lay down their lives in the name of love, people will disown families in the name of love, people will spend hours and hours tagging along with you shopping telling you that you do not look fat in the name of love, people will make little tatoos of your name on their armpits in the name of love...
But its a LIE!!!
It's all a bloody LIE!!!
I'm telling you. It only happens in movies.
And so, I'm going to swear off Love and Men and run off to live the life of an ascetic, free of attachments to worldly objects (like Men). Footloose and fancy free, running around in orange togas with a very attractive short crew cut.
And I will do this, tomorrow.
Or at least after I get my bonus.
Cheh
