Sentimentally stupid.
It's funny. Somehow, we always end up grasping at that person, that one person who eludes us, who is disinterested in us. And we chase. We run them down like a dog. And then we mourn, we mourn when they tell us "no."
I'm not speaking of the chase between a man and a woman, or a party who "likes" another party. I'm speaking of all things in which we grasp for the futile. Grasping for that one person who either feigns disinterest, or who truly does not care about us.
I'm not speaking of the chase between a man and a woman, or a party who "likes" another party. I'm speaking of all things in which we grasp for the futile. Grasping for that one person who either feigns disinterest, or who truly does not care about us.