"If you start out depressed everything's kind of a pleasant surprise."
The above quote is from the immortal Lloyd Dobler.
I was reading on a bud's blog about his first love, a childhood romance that was pure, with no concept of sex to ruin it. It was just two people who liked each other a lot (hope I'm interpreting this right). After reading this, two questions arose: (1) Is adult love, with all its sex and stuff, really better than this feeling you get as a little kid when you find someone who is both beautiful and really fun and cool to hang around with? and (2) Have I, Mike Frollo, stud, ever actually risen above this feeling?
First off, I feel I must say if there's anyone least qualified to talk about this kind of thing, it's me. I've never had a girlfriend, never even been on a date. And yet I'm a hopeless romantic (which, as I've pondered on many an occasion, may be just the reason I've never had a girlfriend). The last time I was in love and the feeling was mutual was in Pre-K. And I can't even remember if that was full-on love, either. And don't say that you can't really be in love when you're so young. If you feel something as an adult that you couldn't feel as a kid, it's not an emotion.
I know that when I see someone I'm attracted to, I don't think of myself having sex with them, or anything like that. I see myself just with them, talking in a restaurant, walking along the street, or just staying in and watching a flick. It's not that I'm some sort of immature man-child; I just don't think that sex is the end-all, be-all of human relationships. It can't be. If it was, we wouldn't be a monagomous society; we'd all just go around to everyone, searching for the best shag. But it seems like that sometimes when you're a teenager. I always thought that dating was sort of like a game where the goal is to find someone you love and want to be with the rest of your life. And that may be the case. But maybe the problem is that when I play a game, I play to win; I don't just dawdle around the board. There is a feeling you get when you are in contact with a person that you love, a sort of deep elation, I guess you could call it. That's how I always know I'm not lusting after someone. With lust, you don't get that feeling. And I think that that feeling is better than sex. I mean, it's got to be. Sex is great for about twenty seconds, a minute or three if you're lucky. But that feeling you get when you see the love of your life can last forever, if you find the right person. When you're in love, you can just be near that person and you're happy almost automatically. But don't listen to me; I don't know what I'm talking about.
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M. "Awesome" at 12:44 AM
It should read "Tonight Only The Blues Brothers Triumphant Return". Must be some kind of mistake.
Yes, I'm back. My triumphant return. I know what y'alls are secretly mouthing to yourselves: "Oh, thank God! What would I have done if he hadn't posted again? I probably would have taken a blade to the neck, wrists, and face, just to make sure. What has he been doing all this time?" Well, to answer that simply, with two words, three puntuation marks, and a gutteral utterance: Eh, nothin' much. Or: Eh, things. This and that. Keepin' busy. I see that the last real post I made was at the end of November. Jesus, what the fuck have I been doing that I couln't post again till now? I have no idea. I've been doing applications lately, but that was like at the end of December. I mean, come on! I should have posted before that. But I didn't. So there. The past is the past. On to the present. In the time since my last post I've joined MySpace, which is neither here nor there. I have absolutely no idea why I joined the site, I am antisocial in every aspect of my life. Which reminds me: to all my cool new friends and slightly less novel but still awesome old friends out there on the internetting: I can't handle small talk. I just can't make any. Whenever someone IM's me saying "hey. wat up" or something along those lines, I can never think of anything to say after that. My mind doesn't work like that. I enjoy talking to people, online and off, but I can never think of anything to say in order to initiate a conversation. I'm horrible at it. And, believe me, I've tried.
Here, how about this: Ask me a question, if you like. That would be cool. I love to answer questions. And I'm good at it, too. Any question at all, fact- or opinion-related, it doesn't matter, and I'll try to answer it to the best of my ability. Or don't. See if I care, you 'tard. Jeez, why you gotta be like that? I'm just puttin' it out there, you don't gotta shoot it down that fast. Wait a while before you realize it's a stupid idea.
Oh, and another thing: The 90's were fucked up. I think VH1 uses all the cool stuff when they do the first "I Love the" series, then use all the Holy Shit! moments for the second one. And you know what? Forget Hal Sparks. Forget him. He was the funniest one on I Love the 80's; now, they got so many people on, they hardly show him, but I don't care. Michael Ian Black = the Shit. Seriously. Screw all who say otherwise. And Luis Guzman is highly underrated. And why is Rich Eisen on the NFL Network? He's funnier than that.
And so what if I eat puppies? I'm not hurting anyone. Well, except for the puppies, but they don't count.
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M. "Awesome" at 3:39 PM
