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Michael considered fate at 16:14   |   Permalink   |   Post a Comment

Ahh, it is spring again and I can feel it. While the technically-obsessed will argue that the 21st of March is but a vague haze on the horizon of this Monday, the 13th, it is nevertheless a feeling I speak of, not some sort of formulaic result, not some number or scientific expression. I'm talking more of dear Mother Nature who as we speak is emoting plans of a spring cleaning. The drizzle, light and almost invisible, floats on the air today as light as snowflakes; an attempt to switch gears without us noticing - but we do. I do. Like the change in mood of your best friend's attitude, this is emotion that you cannot miss.

So says the smartpinapple:

i feel sorry for all you fools in love. i want to spit in your face. what is it about you that makes you think that, by comprimising all your being, you are somehow happier as a result? all you couples tiptoeing around like it's a goddamned miracle that love somehow found you. guess what? it's not.

it looks for the weak hearted and the ones willing to be mushed together into one. the more mushable you are, the more in love you are. and, if god be willing and tender, the more miserable you will be in the future.

If that's not spring induced, I don't know what is.

More than just all that renewal bologna, spring is a time when people start to realize a bit of the nonsense that's been flying around - the stuff they've been hunkering down against all winter - and actually start to make some noise. I'm not pretending that will make a difference or anything, but it's always nice to see someone get a little teary-eyed and serious for once.