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Hi again guys. I am posting because I have nothing better to do. Well, actually I have an assignment for English and another for Beliefs & Values that was due in term 1, but I don't feel like it. What business does a guy with priorities like mine have telling you guys how to live life? Quite a lot actually. Why? Cuz I'm boring my ass off and I need something to do. Proof: I have time to come up with this. How bored do you think I really am?
Anyway, enough about my life being fucked up, on to the sermon or whatever you would like to call this.
This post is dedicated to the phrase, "falling in love". We are all familiar with it, I hope. Doubtless we have all heard it being said. Now for the sermon bit.
Personally, I think that phrase is more fucked up than a whore in Bangkok during the Horny White Bastards Association's visit.
Why though? Do I not believe in love? The hell I don't. I believe in love more than I believe in the fact that I suck, and for those of you who know me, you'll know how hard it is to make me say I rock.
Here's what pisses me off about that phrase. That single word 'falling'. It makes love sound like a bloody accident. "Oh yeah I was just walking down the street one day when I saw this pretty girl and I fell in love and I yelled to my friends to help me and they tried to pull me out but failed. My shirt ended up stained because of that."
What
The
Hell
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Here's the deal. You don't fall in love. You fall in lust. Falling in love was created by lazy, soppy, romantic dumbasses who are trying to make the whole process of love very convenient and easy. Fact is, it's not that simple. You can't have love on first sight unless God himself appears to you and says "See that guy? You're stuck with him for the rest of your life. Tata, and lay off the cigs!" You get lust on first sight. An trust me, lust ain't a pretty thing. Don't ask how I know. You don't want to know.
ANyway, back to the question of love. If we don't fall into it, what verb do we do? Do we roll on our bellies like dogs and beg for love as if its a biscuit? While it would be funny, that (thankfully) does not happen. (I was never good at acting like a dog. Retards yes but not dogs.)
Here's what we do. We grow in love.
You heard that. Grow. Now you see why people wanted to say fall instead. Growing is a long-ass process because it takes your entire life. Now that sucks doesn't it? Especially puberty. That period really sucks. Falling is so much easier. Its quick and, most of the time, you don't even have to want to. Growing however, takes time, patience and Martha Stewart.
Now, you guys hear grow, you probably think of plants, and you'd be right. Ish. Love is like a tree. First you got to get a seed. Or a spore. Whichever. Either way, you need an origin. Where does that come from? Relationship.
Example. Beginning of the school year there was this girl I wouldn't even look at. Now, after having sat down and chatted a while, us getting to know each other, I'm now quite happy to call her 'sis'. Booya.
The very first words you speak to a person are the seeds of love. After that, it all dependson the soil. If the guy ends up being a fucktard, obviously the soil is not soil, its cement. If you end up marrying the guy, you obviously had the soft loamy soil in Pokemon Sapphire that manages to grow berry trees in less than half an hour. And the type of soil is determined by you. And the other person.
Here's the beautiful thing about growing in love. Growing is a shit long process, meaning that the love will get better and better, as opposed to falling in love like a hole in the street. Growing, it keeps being good, falling is just the one time and after that, you usually get hurt. Which would you rather?
Finally, the best thing about love growing is that in can happen in the most unexpected terrain. Look at the cement outside your HDB flat. There are some tiny plants growing through cracks. At least there were in my house. If the other person seems like an ass, persist a bit. You never know. You're love just might break through and blossom something new and beautiful. Unless its a rafflesia. Or a titan arum. Or you're in Antarctica. But there ARE plants there. I just stole them. For dinner.
Now, I would just like to say why I chose the topic of love. Quite simply, its a universal topic, like Star Wars. Everyone knows it and hopefully everyone experiences it. Love isn't the BGF couple making out on the school rubberised track during school hours. Love is in the little things. Its in a child holding his mother's hand, in a mother rocking her baby to sleep, in a friend lending you lunch money, in a stranger giving you a genuine smile and in a hardcore gamer hugging his PS2 after having completed FFX in 40 hours. (Well maybe not that last one.) And the thing about little things is that there are always so much more of them than big things.
Well thanks for listening to my shit long monologue. I'm going to go to sleep now and wrestle with the hormones in my system.
~~~This post took 51 minutes to write up. Thank you very much.~~~
~~~Please, have mercy, spare my son's life!
Your son does not deserve my mercy.
Well of course. If he deserved it, it wouldn't be mercy.~~~
Darryl Foo. The boy with too much time on his hands.
save me
from myself
