BritCoal: Alex says I should go with her... but she isn't really in the right frame of mind for that
BritCoal: normally I would
frosty34: would you really? all the damn way out there?
BritCoal: why not dude? I'm 25. Love doesn't come rolling down my street every day like the goddamn ice cream wagon
frosty34: well if you're gonna get away, GET AWAY. it'd be a hell of an experience
frosty34: but talk about being cut off
frosty34: and people in alaska are _WEIRD_
BritCoal: yah, I think they're all drunk chain smokers
Lucky in love
What does that mean?
Someone told me recently that they thought I "have a high chance of success in romance" because I write words on a page or type them on a screen. As if that's all it takes and - *poof* - someone you're madly in love with shows up on your doorstep. Well it doesn't. If I'm
successful, as they say, it won't be because I'm lucky and it won't be because of any particular reason. It will just be. By chance. A mistake, almost.
See that's the thing with love: it doesn't discriminate. Assholes, murderers, martyrs, and maidens alike all can find love in their lifetimes. Love isn't a moral or ethical structure. Love does not operate like a law moving through congress. Love is. Just is. Love is a combination of millions of chemical reactions, synaptic responses, and neural reasonings. It doesn't exist in our higher abstract plain of society and culture.
Love happens as a vulcano happens as a hurricane or tornado or earthquake happens. Love happens just as vapours of water dance up through the sky, congregate into a community raindrop, and fall back down from the heavens. Love happens just as bread rises in the oven and milk goes bad.
Love is little to do with luck and everything to do with right time right place right catalysts set up to precipitate the appropriate reactions, responses and reasonings.
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the guys: philogynist jaime tony - the gals:raymi raspil
