Love is love is love is.. what?
Randomguy: love sucks
Captain Krazee: Eh.. no. Thats not love. Love isn't breaking up and getting with someone new in the space of a day or two.
randomguy: yea
Captain Krazee: So, I don't think love sucks. lol
randomguy: have you ever been in love?
Captain Krazee: IN love? no. I love people - friends and family and such, though.
randomguy: yea those dontr count
randomguy: so you dont know waht your talking about
Captain Krazee: I don't know what I'm talking about. Do you know?
Captain Krazee: what you're talking about? Do you know what love is, what real love is?
randomguy: actually yes
Captain Krazee: and you consider it to be oh-so-different from loving your friends?
randomguy: yes
[insert reason why love sucks for him here]
Captain Krazee: ah
randomguy: like i said
randomguy: love sucks
randomguy: and i hate being a romantic sometimes
Captain Krazee: Its not the love that sucks, though. Its what happens when its not returned, or dismissed, that sucks. >>
randomguy: yea just hope you never fall in love and do something stupid like i did
Captain Krazee: Everyone makes mistakes though, and they can't always avoid them because they saw someone else make a similar one.
randomguy: yea
During that conversation, he said my name. "Sara, the reason why---". I had the childish urge to say you don't have the right to say my name. You don't know me. You've only had a few short conversations with me. I don't like being told I'm wrong, do I? No, not when I have little doubt that I'm not. And yet there is so much chance I am. Wrong, I mean. What do you know, you've never been in love. You admit it! I have, I know what its like. How can you put a meaning to something that you don't know?. Maybe, maybe, maybe so. But perhaps not. I'm writing as I think. It sounds confusing, even to me and yet still makes sense. To me. To me and thats all that really matters, isn't it? I have the urge to write and this will be, is to be rambling and nonsensical and sensical and oxymoronic and paradoxical and full of BS.
But he doesn't know me. "Sara, you're quite philosophical tonight." Why, yes, yes I am. Either that or full of shit. Maybe I'm making it up as I go along? It feels like that. I somehow manage to sound smarter than I am without the faintest proof in the world to say I am indeed smart and not just faking.
This isn't the first and it probably won't be the last. Last of what? First? Pseudo-Philosophy. Moments of what, clarity? The random ability to say the right thing or the wrong thing.. The word or phrase that fits that moment. Why is it always late at night? Late at night and the right topic to come up.
I have my views and I'm opinionated on things that don't matter and I'm argumentative, antagonistic to a fault. Not really, I rarely say everything on my mind. Some of, yes. I don't lie to you unless I'm succeeding in lying to myself as well.
I think I'll end this now because I'm losing the urge to write.
Music: "Perfect Fit" by the Dresden Dolls; "Liar (manic depressive mix by asp)" by Emilie Autumn. ♥
Captain Krazee: Eh.. no. Thats not love. Love isn't breaking up and getting with someone new in the space of a day or two.
randomguy: yea
Captain Krazee: So, I don't think love sucks. lol
randomguy: have you ever been in love?
Captain Krazee: IN love? no. I love people - friends and family and such, though.
randomguy: yea those dontr count
randomguy: so you dont know waht your talking about
Captain Krazee: I don't know what I'm talking about. Do you know?
Captain Krazee: what you're talking about? Do you know what love is, what real love is?
randomguy: actually yes
Captain Krazee: and you consider it to be oh-so-different from loving your friends?
randomguy: yes
[insert reason why love sucks for him here]
Captain Krazee: ah
randomguy: like i said
randomguy: love sucks
randomguy: and i hate being a romantic sometimes
Captain Krazee: Its not the love that sucks, though. Its what happens when its not returned, or dismissed, that sucks. >>
randomguy: yea just hope you never fall in love and do something stupid like i did
Captain Krazee: Everyone makes mistakes though, and they can't always avoid them because they saw someone else make a similar one.
randomguy: yea
During that conversation, he said my name. "Sara, the reason why---". I had the childish urge to say you don't have the right to say my name. You don't know me. You've only had a few short conversations with me. I don't like being told I'm wrong, do I? No, not when I have little doubt that I'm not. And yet there is so much chance I am. Wrong, I mean. What do you know, you've never been in love. You admit it! I have, I know what its like. How can you put a meaning to something that you don't know?. Maybe, maybe, maybe so. But perhaps not. I'm writing as I think. It sounds confusing, even to me and yet still makes sense. To me. To me and thats all that really matters, isn't it? I have the urge to write and this will be, is to be rambling and nonsensical and sensical and oxymoronic and paradoxical and full of BS.
But he doesn't know me. "Sara, you're quite philosophical tonight." Why, yes, yes I am. Either that or full of shit. Maybe I'm making it up as I go along? It feels like that. I somehow manage to sound smarter than I am without the faintest proof in the world to say I am indeed smart and not just faking.
This isn't the first and it probably won't be the last. Last of what? First? Pseudo-Philosophy. Moments of what, clarity? The random ability to say the right thing or the wrong thing.. The word or phrase that fits that moment. Why is it always late at night? Late at night and the right topic to come up.
I have my views and I'm opinionated on things that don't matter and I'm argumentative, antagonistic to a fault. Not really, I rarely say everything on my mind. Some of, yes. I don't lie to you unless I'm succeeding in lying to myself as well.
I think I'll end this now because I'm losing the urge to write.
Music: "Perfect Fit" by the Dresden Dolls; "Liar (manic depressive mix by asp)" by Emilie Autumn. ♥