Out of Context
I figured this was a little too...uhm...virulent for MySpace. So into the reject hidey-hole of LiveJournal it goes!
You're not in love with the person so much as the concept. The idea of being with them is what appeals to you. Compatibility tests, common ground, similar tastes, they all fit wonderfully into the dream, the bubble. Sure there are feelings involved, you're not a monster. It's like a pet who can talk to you. Enjoy long walks with, even cuddle in bed with, if you've got a thing for touch. But it's not love, not in either the romance novel sense or the genuine soulmate sense.
A rustically charming beach house, late night phone conversations, a short fling in your friend's bedroom, a confession in the moonlight, a close, awkward kiss in the dark grass next to that pond near your parent's apartment. But not love. God, not even close. Anyone who sees love in any of that watches too many movies, or even worse has parents who never divorced.
The girl who shared your snow next to the yellow slide. Quick flash of smile in the back of the room. Ah, she smelled wonderful, and there were sparkles, honest to Allah sparkles in her eyes. But not love, never a single hint.
So why not go with a disposable lover? The end result of all relationships will be pretty much the same, and it's really much easier to get over something that's actually trivial. And there's nothing more trivial than anything disposable. No violence, unwanted pregnancies, jealousy, and certainly above all else no hint or attempt at substance. The worst relationships are those that fool you into believing in the the deeper meaning, when really there never is one. You're always just a concept, a reflection, or a substitute for an impossible memory.
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I should update something with feeling later, but I'm just pretty numbified after a really long workshift. Peazhaut.
You're not in love with the person so much as the concept. The idea of being with them is what appeals to you. Compatibility tests, common ground, similar tastes, they all fit wonderfully into the dream, the bubble. Sure there are feelings involved, you're not a monster. It's like a pet who can talk to you. Enjoy long walks with, even cuddle in bed with, if you've got a thing for touch. But it's not love, not in either the romance novel sense or the genuine soulmate sense.
A rustically charming beach house, late night phone conversations, a short fling in your friend's bedroom, a confession in the moonlight, a close, awkward kiss in the dark grass next to that pond near your parent's apartment. But not love. God, not even close. Anyone who sees love in any of that watches too many movies, or even worse has parents who never divorced.
The girl who shared your snow next to the yellow slide. Quick flash of smile in the back of the room. Ah, she smelled wonderful, and there were sparkles, honest to Allah sparkles in her eyes. But not love, never a single hint.
So why not go with a disposable lover? The end result of all relationships will be pretty much the same, and it's really much easier to get over something that's actually trivial. And there's nothing more trivial than anything disposable. No violence, unwanted pregnancies, jealousy, and certainly above all else no hint or attempt at substance. The worst relationships are those that fool you into believing in the the deeper meaning, when really there never is one. You're always just a concept, a reflection, or a substitute for an impossible memory.
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I should update something with feeling later, but I'm just pretty numbified after a really long workshift. Peazhaut.