you remember that one guy in zozo? me too
Louise:
if I wrote poetry I bet they'd all be really cynical
Louise says:
and no one would want to read them with fear of never being able to look at a man buying a bunch of flowers without thinking "I wonder what he did"
L: -again
D: heh
D: yeah, I know, that might happen
D: or you know, any additional minus sign that people are senseless or selfish and destructive about.
D: but sometimes they are good, though, truly good, bear that in mind as well. it's existent though sometimes quite rare
L: well I did actually ask a man why he was buying flowers once (it was 1am and I was working at a servo) because I figured I was just a cynical bitch who needed to realise the world isn't a horrible place
L: then he told me that he felt guilty about cheating on her
L: so that blew that theory out of the water

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Those that much covet are with gain so fond,
For what they have not, that which they possess
They scatter and unloose it from their bond,
And so, by hoping more, they have but less;
Or, gaining more, the profit of excess
Is but to surfeit, and such griefs sustain,
That they prove bankrupt in this poor-rich gain.

The aim of all is but to nurse the life
With honour, wealth, and ease, in waning age;
And in this aim there is such thwarting strife,
That one for all, or all for one we gage;
As life for honour in fell battles' rage;
Honour for wealth; and oft that wealth doth cost
The death of all, and all together lost.

So that in vent'ring ill we leave to be
The things we are, for that which we expect;
And this ambitious foul infirmity,
In having much, torments us with defect
Of that we have: so then we do neglect
The thing we have; and, all for want of wit,
Make something nothing, by augmenting it.
-"the Rape of Lucrece"



The two snippets aren't connected, but I liked this excerpt earlier. Another late entry... so that'll be that as tomorrow comes swiftly.

It was yesterday that some guy decided he'd like very much to start a fight with me. He liked it so much that we danced right there on the spot because he thought he honestly couldn't wait for my answer to his flirting and invitation any longer.

A day later and the thing is in the past, yet the whole matter still pisses me off, even though I'm fine about it (as in, well able to handle my response to the situation). Neither of us were "winners" in the match, though we wound up going through the bloody mess, and the guy likely has no reason and idea why he was that compelled to throw down. And I am convinced again that sometimes that's all people are: sharks on leashes. who need you to feel it.

Just gotta remember the good things too, but I am sick off of some people's bullshit. I am well aware now of who gets priority though when it comes to good cop bad cop. It ain't the bad cops. later, but not right now, not right now.

I am fine though, I'm always fine. Once you cross certain thresholds you realize that no one surprises you, no one does something you hadn't imagined them capable of from the beginning. I am only surprised by people's virtue and true inner beacon signs, and that right there is a joy.