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The Idea:
"Launching my own failure seems like a good plan. To test this idea, I'm going to have to set unreal expectations for myself and others around me."
the catch is, that you would have to stay completely sane, be clear minded, and love life until said conclusion.
Proffessor:
"Why would you bother holding such an experiment, the idea is terrible, and will undoubtedly ruin your being."
Proffessor sits back in his chair, removes his glasses with a conscerned look on his face and lets out a little less than gentle sigh from his hoarse but still intellectual sounding voice.
The Idea:
"Life is such a trial. Experiments are purely trial, error, and chance, correct?"
Proffessor:
"Yes, of course."
long pause......................
The Idea:
"Well, I'm horrible at science but know enough to say that experiments often fail. So why wouldn't I want to test the boundaries of something i thought was sure."
Proffessor:
"Like love?"
The Idea:
"No! Like lust. I've experimented with love, long ago, it exploded in my face, so i decided to test the fabrics of my own life, you know, to tackle something much easier."
Proffessor stares back confused.
The Idea:
"If you think you've mastered love, then you've never really felt it."
Proffessor:
"What if this experiment goes without flaw? Won't you feel remorse and regret for the fact that you had ruined your life, and all for science?"
The Idea:
"I'm not conscerned at all with problems, ruining and/or disposing of my life. Love ruined my life, this experiment, you see, is mainly a placebo to take me to the end, nothing more than a cover up to lessen the weight a bit."
Proffessor:
"I'm sorry."
The Idea:
"So was love."
the idea is gone but thought still lingered around Proffessor's head
"Launching my own failure seems like a good plan. To test this idea, I'm going to have to set unreal expectations for myself and others around me."
the catch is, that you would have to stay completely sane, be clear minded, and love life until said conclusion.
Proffessor:
"Why would you bother holding such an experiment, the idea is terrible, and will undoubtedly ruin your being."
Proffessor sits back in his chair, removes his glasses with a conscerned look on his face and lets out a little less than gentle sigh from his hoarse but still intellectual sounding voice.
The Idea:
"Life is such a trial. Experiments are purely trial, error, and chance, correct?"
Proffessor:
"Yes, of course."
long pause......................
The Idea:
"Well, I'm horrible at science but know enough to say that experiments often fail. So why wouldn't I want to test the boundaries of something i thought was sure."
Proffessor:
"Like love?"
The Idea:
"No! Like lust. I've experimented with love, long ago, it exploded in my face, so i decided to test the fabrics of my own life, you know, to tackle something much easier."
Proffessor stares back confused.
The Idea:
"If you think you've mastered love, then you've never really felt it."
Proffessor:
"What if this experiment goes without flaw? Won't you feel remorse and regret for the fact that you had ruined your life, and all for science?"
The Idea:
"I'm not conscerned at all with problems, ruining and/or disposing of my life. Love ruined my life, this experiment, you see, is mainly a placebo to take me to the end, nothing more than a cover up to lessen the weight a bit."
Proffessor:
"I'm sorry."
The Idea:
"So was love."
the idea is gone but thought still lingered around Proffessor's head