I recently read a fellow “Blogger’s” entry, of which I must applaud. He defended the optimistic outlook of relationships, in response to my previous avowal on my pessimistic thoughts of Love. I adored his analogy (www.jofish19.blogspot.com) about the television, but I’m a little disillusioned about his “no pain no gain” theory. Our locale is not a breeding ground for serious loving relationships; it’s more or less a light-hearted, jocular, superficial orgy with a shot of Jim Beam. I feel like love is a virgin daiquiri at a frat party, it’s not worth drinking if you’re just gonna be disappointed.
I guess men really are the stronger of the sexes. I commend my friend and fellow “Blogger” for having the strength and courage to fall in love. Frankly, I admire that attribute. Sometimes I wish I had that aspect as well and maybe someday I’ll finally catch it, I just have to find a way over that firewall I keep around my heart first.
On a different note, I don’t want to work anymore. I would rather be laying in the fetal position, covered in 5 layers of blankets, a pillow under my head, an open window to the right of me, letting in teeny droplets of rain, and a TV to the left of me with Days of Our Lives or The Simpson’s on the screen. Oh that would be so great. You know what else would be great? Going to South Haven and sitting on the beach with a friend, watching the sunset over Lake Michigan. Or, or, just talking to someone you haven’t seen in ages. I’d rather be doing that then working. You know what?! I’d rather be at a lame frat party watching drunken boys get completely annihilated and pass out by 9:30pm, while some girls, who had nothing better to do, show up and go shot for shot at the kitchen table until 3am. What can I say? I’ve never been to one of these parties, but I’m up for a little Jim Beam. ;-)