Thursday, the 27th of August 2009, 8:07 PM, PST
My life has always been defined by irony. Irony after irony after irony after irony, etc. One stupid irony after another. Kinda makes me realize that after all, despite trying to exist as sanely or intelligently as possible, I may just be stupid after all. Lemme explain...
There could be a very high probability that I may have fallen in love with the wrong person or at the wrong time. Doesn't really matter what the underlying factor(s) is/are. The fact can't be changed. You see, I've decided or I should say committed to love this person (let's just call her MV, shall we?) unconditionally from the time that I first met her, a commitment based on a third-party account of the intended's personality and other traits, which after hearing of those made me decided that she was worth it. Now, the question is, was she worth it? The answer? I don't know. There you go. Another great monument to my life as an NBI, a natural born idiot.
If I were defending my affections for MV in a court of law, my chances of proving the validity and veracity of my affection is nil, zilch, nada. Then why have I deigned to risk such commitment? Another stupid answer is, it's totally beyond me. Was I getting desperate? Maybe. Have I seen something in her nobody else did? Maybe. Aaaah!!!
I don't even know why I'm ranting like this. Maybe it's because it's my friggin blog so I'll rant whatever it is that I want ranted to high heaven. Call this my very own proverbial smashing room. Sick of reading s--- like this? Then scurry the f--- off my blog. Someone says, you sound like your really pissed. You're friggin right I am. *An inhuman scream suddenly escapes the Babbling Glass CR* (No, I'm not typing this in the CR. I went to the CR after my being-pissed admission.)
Ah yes, the irony, where is it? It's...there somewhere, and I'm too embarassed to even admit it. I suddenly hate the Aztecs for some reason.
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