"I made this for you with the love and bitterness of thirty unfillable hours a week"
The way that feelings and actions echo like a domino effect in this universe is staggering. One person's misery becomes the target for sympathy, which eventually turns to empathy, as true as an action has an equal and opposite reaction. One person's small tragedy subconciously sets the pace for everyone else, regardless of what numbers the degree of separation reaches into.
One part of me- the part of me that wants to live both on a mundane high school level and the level of someone who deliberately thinks their way into a different world- wants to call it the herd effect. My more optimistic part says that it goes back to the pseudo-philosopintellectumetaphysical theory that I reached back when I first lost Eddie that says that love is neither ever destroyed nor produced, but rather procured and dispelled. Thus, its strength is shared by everyone, as is its weakness, and that a helpless romantic situation only proves that someone elsewhere is experiencing your strength for you.
And one person's shaken resolve opens a window for a wave of simliar energy.
And, thus, I indirectly have something to do with why everyone around me is dispelling love elsewhere.
*sigh*
I hope that-
a) I remember the meaning behind this stream of conscious crap when I have the time to sit down and think it out. Also, that you all forgive me for making NO sense whatsoever. My mind is working a trillion miles a second and I'm trying to think via blog.
and
b) The fact that I'm planning a crocheting seminar for every scorned lover and bored teen that I know will amend this in some way.
"Torie, you're starting the new rubik's cube!"
Crocheting: Itches slightly less than heroin use, makes you feel better than your crummy poetry, elicits stares from classmates, and keeps you warmer than the empty space in your bed.
Sounds like a good tag-line, yes?
One part of me- the part of me that wants to live both on a mundane high school level and the level of someone who deliberately thinks their way into a different world- wants to call it the herd effect. My more optimistic part says that it goes back to the pseudo-philosopintellectumetaphysical theory that I reached back when I first lost Eddie that says that love is neither ever destroyed nor produced, but rather procured and dispelled. Thus, its strength is shared by everyone, as is its weakness, and that a helpless romantic situation only proves that someone elsewhere is experiencing your strength for you.
And one person's shaken resolve opens a window for a wave of simliar energy.
And, thus, I indirectly have something to do with why everyone around me is dispelling love elsewhere.
*sigh*
I hope that-
a) I remember the meaning behind this stream of conscious crap when I have the time to sit down and think it out. Also, that you all forgive me for making NO sense whatsoever. My mind is working a trillion miles a second and I'm trying to think via blog.
and
b) The fact that I'm planning a crocheting seminar for every scorned lover and bored teen that I know will amend this in some way.
"Torie, you're starting the new rubik's cube!"
Crocheting: Itches slightly less than heroin use, makes you feel better than your crummy poetry, elicits stares from classmates, and keeps you warmer than the empty space in your bed.
Sounds like a good tag-line, yes?