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23 December 2004
I don't think I've ever truly been in love.
Certainly, I've loved, but I've never had an epiphany where I realized, ah yes, this is what the songs and movies and books mean, this is what love is. This overwhelming, head over heels, breathless feeling.. and I don't even know if those words are truly what love is, but that other people use them to describe what they feel. I rush far too quickly into things, create an immediate intimacy because I want it at the time. Instant gratification. But just like anything else which is instantly gratifying... that last fry you've been eyeing for an hour, the mean retort which you can't help but let fly out your lips... regret is sure to follow. I suppose I need to learn to slow down, but hey, I want what I want when I want it. It's too bad I'm not a guy.
Are you implying that you are in love, (obviously you want to be, but...) or that you're in love with being in love? What am I saying? I hope things are well.
Hi Christine! Hope you had a nice Christmas and all, I must admit that I came here kind of hoping you'd have some impressions of that "Phantom of the Opera" movie which I've yet to see. Not to say that these aren't very nice entries of course, but "It's too bad I'm not a guy"? What's that supposed to mean? And I mean that last sentence not in a an aggressive, accusatory way, but in a matter-of-fact questioning sort of way. I mean, is that because society has no problem when a guy craves what he wants when he wants it? Terribly sorry my friend, I must be a dim bulb tonight. I need the obvious spelled out for me.
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