Ok people. I'm piss drunk (As usual) and I don't give a fuck about anything anymore. You know... all joking aside, everyone eventually finds that special person in their life. My mistake was believing this pile of donkey shit. Love is a fucking myth. There is no such animal as "Love". All it is, is "Lust" in disguise. Eveyrone dreams of finding that special person to settle down with. WELL WAKE THE FUCK PEOPLE!! He/She does not fucking exist. The only thing that keeps people together is their mutual desire for sex. THATS IT!! As soon as someone else comes along that wets your drawers or gives you some wood... its over. Just like that. No love involved. I allowed myself to get hurt like a stupid idiot (Go ahead and laugh) and get fooled once more into thinking that "Love" is real. Fuck it. I don't give a shit anymore. So go ahead and have a good laugh at my misfortune. That's what this place if for right? Perhaps I should go blow MY fucking head off. Naww fuck that. See ya.
You summed it up just about right... No such thing. I remember being where you were, more or less, as soon as I realized there wasn't this magical, wonderous, mythical bullshit, I was able to carry on better than I had back when I still believed in the fairy-tale. Use it to your advantage now, take advantage of those foolish enough to still believe in fables.
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by methinks: Love is a myth nature plays on us to reproduce<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> More like a over-saturation of certain chemicals in the brain, calcium/ion channels probably play a role, too... Suffice it to say, it's a debate best left to a day when my sobriety isn't in question...
Big hugs to you Cheese. *pours Cheese a black Sambucca, packs him a cone or the best and drags him out on the town for some serious party therapy.*
Ok. I've been getting tons of mail asking me what happened. Its amazing that some of you fuckers in here actually care about what happens in my love life. I thought I would do the polite thing and tell you all so I can finally get a rest. Here's the story. 1. I fell in love with a wonderful girl that made me believe that I was the only one in her world. 2. I believed this so much, that I decided to move to Annapolis in order to be closer to her. 3. She got scared that things were getting too serious... so she broke it off. 4. She also didn't like the fact that my problems became hers by default. This caused anxiety for her by worrying about me. 5. I find it hard to believe this after everything we did for each other. Let me list some examples. A. Spent two hours carving her name in Jockey's Ridge while I was in Nags Head this summer and brought her pictures. B. Spent every morning at 4AM looking for one fucking sand dollar to bring her back from the beach. C. Sold my family heirlooms to buy her a nice birthday present. D. Gave up going to a killer party to stay with her while she babysat her nieces and nephews. E. Never fought with her or said a single bad word to her. Nothing but encouragement and support on any of her decisions. (Can you believe that was me doing that?) F. I'm getting tired of posting things I've done. Let's just say there are tons more. Awww fuck it. I'm just gonna lay down somewhere and starve myself until I whither away to nothing.
jesus cheeze.. you need a serious kick up the ass... either get over her.. or get her back... if she's worth wasting away over.... she's worth fighting for... if she's not worth fighting for.. get a fucking grip..
No, Pimp - I believe a serious disillusionment warrants a 7-day grace period to allow the return of rational thinking. At the end of that week will be the time for liberal application of the Reality Stick.
