I've found my (marginally horrific) calling over the weekend and it was so massive it thwarted the event that was Valentine's Day.
[I don't like the color pink, in general. Using it in any way has a connotative meaning of desperately trying to sport feminine superiority and unnecessary wantonness but I know you'll agree the colors of my blog show little to no signs of vitality so I'll leave the forsaken pink where it is.]
But that doesn't make said occasion any less vital. I admit to my "un-involvement" (contrary to my last post, I know) and my lack of interest because I find nothing good to ridicule about it anymore. Probably the closest I have to come to celebrating it was singing my V-day song in my head and only in my head, because love is a redundancy and I don't want to conform.
[Pink, again. I'm starting to think I should do this more often.]
People have screwed over the definition of love, anyway. I don't want to join their predictable motions and say 'Hey, I've got a Valentine!' or send love quotes through SMS messages or squirm while situated in infatuation.
"Mainstream Love" disgusts me. If you dissect the concept of "Mainstream Love", you'll end up in vanity, which isn't sincere however way you look at it. Similarly to the case of the largely verbalized phrase, "I-love-you", I think I should state that sincerity correlates with effort. Even if I'm not in proximity with romance, I think I know that fact well.
[I hardly ever say the three words anymore. The people I love know I love them so I don't say it much. Maybe that's inconsistency on my part, but whatever.]
My indifference knows no boundaries. You can give me a topic and I can probably state why it's deeply uninteresting. Love is one of those deeply uninteresting topics and it goes without saying that I'm not in love and I could care less.
Unless, of course, I'm lying.
[Huh? Hahaha!]
But, hey, I was kidding. I believe in l-o-v-e because come to think of it, if it's operated properly and not abusively, it's the greatest thing in the world.
[I don't like the color pink, in general. Using it in any way has a connotative meaning of desperately trying to sport feminine superiority and unnecessary wantonness but I know you'll agree the colors of my blog show little to no signs of vitality so I'll leave the forsaken pink where it is.]
But that doesn't make said occasion any less vital. I admit to my "un-involvement" (contrary to my last post, I know) and my lack of interest because I find nothing good to ridicule about it anymore. Probably the closest I have to come to celebrating it was singing my V-day song in my head and only in my head, because love is a redundancy and I don't want to conform.
[Pink, again. I'm starting to think I should do this more often.]
People have screwed over the definition of love, anyway. I don't want to join their predictable motions and say 'Hey, I've got a Valentine!' or send love quotes through SMS messages or squirm while situated in infatuation.
"Mainstream Love" disgusts me. If you dissect the concept of "Mainstream Love", you'll end up in vanity, which isn't sincere however way you look at it. Similarly to the case of the largely verbalized phrase, "I-love-you", I think I should state that sincerity correlates with effort. Even if I'm not in proximity with romance, I think I know that fact well.
[I hardly ever say the three words anymore. The people I love know I love them so I don't say it much. Maybe that's inconsistency on my part, but whatever.]
My indifference knows no boundaries. You can give me a topic and I can probably state why it's deeply uninteresting. Love is one of those deeply uninteresting topics and it goes without saying that I'm not in love and I could care less.
Unless, of course, I'm lying.
[Huh? Hahaha!]
But, hey, I was kidding. I believe in l-o-v-e because come to think of it, if it's operated properly and not abusively, it's the greatest thing in the world.
