Broken Pots

May 4th, 2008 1:00:39 am - Subscribe
Mood: mopey
Currently Listening To: Butthole Surfers

Long distance relationships DO NOT work.

I wouldn't know this since I've never had one. I hate it when people tell me I know nothing about life or love as if they do. Nothing drives me more insane.

They're right. I know nothing about life and even less about love.

But they are just as clueless as I.

You have no fucking room to talk.

No one understands anything when they're 15.

Or 19.

Or ever.

My parents have lived together for a million years and for some reason they don't want to strangle each other all the time. Is that love? Ideally, yeah. But who's to say that their relationship is the only form of love? Who's to say that you find your true love before the age of 25, spend a few years dating exclusively, get married, have sex, spleek out some kids, raise them, get old, work, bitch, die.

Love is only a chemical reaction to affection.

We only feel this dire urge to be with someone because our hormones are raging and we're needy as hell and we want to feel like we're someone else's one and only so we compromise by deciding that this other person is the only person we're allowed to express affection towards in order for them to agree to repeat our actions. We have feelings for others but limit ourselves to that one person so we can feel special when they do the same.

Monogamy baffles me.

I'll never settle.

My mom walked in on me and Hook spooning. It was awkward but I think she took it well. She didn't throw shit and accuse me of rogering him. She only asked for help because my dad fell.

Apparently he got surgery.

Wacky DELI!

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