They tried to warn us with cooties, but no...
Someone please tell me that they've experienced this too, so I know I'm not going insane.
Why is it that when you fall in love, specifically the unrequited kind, your first instict is to want to tell absolutely everybody EXCEPT for who you're actually in love with? What purpose does this serve, that everyone but who you've fallen for know it? And, if you actually do build up the guts to tell her, why is every single possible answer she can give you, no matter how clear or well-stated, so damn confusing? It could be "No, sweet Jesus, leave me alone you perverted monkey!" or "Yes, yes! I love you too, thank god you said it, thank god!", and you'd still be trying to figure out the situation. In short- what the hell is wrong with us!?
Why is this love business so laced with self-doubt and mind-crippling confusion, and how on earth do you deal with it!? Is it just me!? Does it come naturally to everyone else, and they never have doubts or deep moral issues that spring up around this sort of thing? That's how it seems in the movies and on TV- you meet the person, and you just kind of know right off the bat. That sounds incredibly stupid, but if it is how it works, I might as well shove my head in the blender right now.
(*poses finger over puree butten, gets cranium ready for desperate action if nobody responds*)
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