contrary

So my girlfriend breaks up with me. This is probably the most reasonable maneuver that a human has made in life's history. The approximate inspiration for such a tactic was naturally, and this term is meant in the truest sense, me. My hopelessly tedious consideration for thought and matters to be considered can be quite nauseating I will admit, but never have I realized it to be so repulsive to others. I see the strategy behind her choice so clearly that I'm disappointed that I didn't make the move for her. I don't believe in clairvoyance, but I don't believe it to have been a necessary attribute of hers to know what a day with me will have been like prior to its occurrence. I would say hello, which followed by a multiple of possibles each revolving around the same event: she would kiss me, I would kiss her, or we would kiss each other. The before mentioned individually carry a different buoyancy and shock the nerves in various fashions. Next we would speak of smaller details that arise during a day: school, work, conversations with family and/or friends, food and choices made toward it. I would hold out either my hand or arm to her and carry on about how useless it is to be, and yet we are doing so. I speak in the greatest prose imaginable allowing myself to stutter occasionally to grant myself a human appearance. At first such threads were greatly appealing to her, but as it relates to looking ahead, the threads have apparently morphed into webs in her eyes, and she must have seen that the cocoon was growing more formidable as time perused over us. Not even the Flaming Lips could save us, and wise to an iceberg (that is me) she abandons ship. In an ironic twist her ships misses the motionless glacier, which hasn't altered in temperature by the smallest degree.