Because you didn't like the stuff in the last post
For my sister.
Usually I prefer to keep my passions private, but this blog is anonymous and I'd like to go ind-depth instead of just talking it over.
Hmm, how should this go?
I imagine that most people are unwilling to tell/let other people (especially those close to them) what they really think as they perhaps feel that it betrays their individuality. Or more likely, they feel that it makes them weak; also, I myself believe that we all need secrets to live asthey provide depth, something for us to feed on in our moments of doubt.
More specifically, our couple-in-love would be...shy (?) around each other? Opinions?
And is it love, true love? They're both really young (and sex-obsessed if you ask me, boys are like that). Sex, to many people, is a fact of life and many people put the both of them together. I just wonder, is it a social activity or just one involving sensation? Our girl is terribly ... hm ... demure. What's she thinking? Is it what she imagined? Yes?
I would say yes.
I can't tell you exactly where it is going. Where do you want it to go? I feel that love between couples is not a happy thing essentially, not a happy thing whether they stay together or leave each other. I vote that they stay together.
Love (the way it is with most people) is a funny mixture of desire, selfishness, discontent and impermanence. It is cyclical in nature with it's moody storms and lull periods of harmony. It is a 1 + 1 = 2 kind of thing, not 1/2 + 1/2 =1 or even a 1 + 1 =1. We don't complete each other, it's the periods of solitude while one is in love that really counts.
To be honest, what is it? What is it we're talking about, I don't know. I should like it to be in the tone of satire as it's one of the only ways in which to face something that would otherwise be altogether too painful to look at. We're weaker than we think we are.
My vision of F is that of a doom-eager, tragically egotistical, self-obsessed young fellow. But he is the real-deal in a world full of children pretending to be unhappy and prodigiously gifted; he has his gifts although his ego is not one of them.
Our tragic heroine is one who writes her own life. She is weak of will, not thinking, a desirous and restless girl. She loves unwisely and is unwilling to decide her life although one could argue to a certain extent that she was forced into her circumstances. She does things that she know aren't good for her moral self as she wants to.
I'll write more some other time, oh dear me it's late.
Usually I prefer to keep my passions private, but this blog is anonymous and I'd like to go ind-depth instead of just talking it over.
Hmm, how should this go?
I imagine that most people are unwilling to tell/let other people (especially those close to them) what they really think as they perhaps feel that it betrays their individuality. Or more likely, they feel that it makes them weak; also, I myself believe that we all need secrets to live asthey provide depth, something for us to feed on in our moments of doubt.
More specifically, our couple-in-love would be...shy (?) around each other? Opinions?
And is it love, true love? They're both really young (and sex-obsessed if you ask me, boys are like that). Sex, to many people, is a fact of life and many people put the both of them together. I just wonder, is it a social activity or just one involving sensation? Our girl is terribly ... hm ... demure. What's she thinking? Is it what she imagined? Yes?
I would say yes.
I can't tell you exactly where it is going. Where do you want it to go? I feel that love between couples is not a happy thing essentially, not a happy thing whether they stay together or leave each other. I vote that they stay together.
Love (the way it is with most people) is a funny mixture of desire, selfishness, discontent and impermanence. It is cyclical in nature with it's moody storms and lull periods of harmony. It is a 1 + 1 = 2 kind of thing, not 1/2 + 1/2 =1 or even a 1 + 1 =1. We don't complete each other, it's the periods of solitude while one is in love that really counts.
To be honest, what is it? What is it we're talking about, I don't know. I should like it to be in the tone of satire as it's one of the only ways in which to face something that would otherwise be altogether too painful to look at. We're weaker than we think we are.
My vision of F is that of a doom-eager, tragically egotistical, self-obsessed young fellow. But he is the real-deal in a world full of children pretending to be unhappy and prodigiously gifted; he has his gifts although his ego is not one of them.
Our tragic heroine is one who writes her own life. She is weak of will, not thinking, a desirous and restless girl. She loves unwisely and is unwilling to decide her life although one could argue to a certain extent that she was forced into her circumstances. She does things that she know aren't good for her moral self as she wants to.
I'll write more some other time, oh dear me it's late.
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