A Momentary Synapse Of Misanthropy « The Quintessential Q

Thursday, February 16, 2006

A Momentary Synapse Of Misanthropy

i got tagged. again. sigh. play it again, sam. this time, its the eight things i'd like in my dream lover(?). yawn, so exciting. so, in anticipation of popping bulbs of flashlight..her's the real deal. (oops, was that a pun ?)

at the outset, i'd like to say that i dont have the foggiest notion of what to look for. i was in a relationship once & it was the most difficult phase of my life. also, one of the most revealing. for one, now i know what effect i can have on people, howsover fleeting. i am faithful, but mostly shifty. i can be a coward, if it suits me..and a pillar of strength, for someone who needs it. there's also this realization if man can be good and great, the same can be unjust and evil. there's the twain always residing inside each one of us. love isnt being happy - on the other hand, its the little butterflies in the stomach at sight & sound of someone. its the irritation at the relativity of time and the nosiness of friends - pretty often, their remarks strike well at the dead center. love is about sharing, true..but also being jealous. the jealousness of seeing your friends talk to her, the apparent indiference and the foolishness of young hearts. love is about physics and physicality - its dirty & lecherous, if it wants to be. as you stray onto the path of love, you'll always face a set of twin roads. there'll be good & evil in both of them. you could try & predict, but it would be a lost cause. there is really no point in second-guessing fate, is there ? at all points, remember that there is nothing like a clean break. its like to jagged pieces of paper..some portions remain with the other half. forever. they add to its experince, the give color to its existence. the paper that was torn in two remains forever scarred, a trifle foolish or a tad wiser. but never the same. this is what will brand this as ifferent from the multitude of its brethren reams of pulp. and just like a million pieces of paper, it will have a life, sound and story of its own. the scarred piece can now either alter its fate, get a shine and be sharper, wiser or be swept away along with other ones, in that giant clutter which we call life. i am sorry, i do not know much about love. but life is more than an objective set of questions & answers. the reality lies within.

cheerios

P.S. surbhi, that will be all

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Posted at 11:40 pm by Lord Q


	Jonas February 19, 2006 01:33 PM PST Great post! ...you brought out the greyness of this sticky issue beautifully...wish a few people I knew would read this... :) And sucks, everyone I know seems to be tagged already! :(

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