grendel

I'm not sure if I'm a cynic or not but I read this and laughed like a madman:

"I know that I can't love anyone, and I don't believe that anybody else ever does, either -- that's more sentiment and hypocrisy. People use each other as masturbating machines and cryng towels and call it love."

Now, reading it and laughing is one thing. Believing that it's true is another thing entirely.

I do not want quick and dirty sex. I think it's fine and all. Sex is rarely bad per se. It's just always better when you're with someone you care about. . .

Dear lord! Stop me someone, PLEASE! I'm starting the speech of the doomed romantic. We've all heard it before. Holy shit, I may even get going on the "But why don't girls ever go for nice guys?" spiel soon.

Nope, I refuse. It's whining and it's all bullshit anyway.

Instead I will pose this: I am 12760689 minutes old and I believe I've heard just about every original idea out there. I've gone through the phase of discovering other people's ideas and being shocked and amazed that the conincided with my own, but nothing original has come across my path in yonks.

So here we go. My challenge to you, girls and boys, is to give me something original here. Anything. Deviations from exisiting ideas do not count.

I dare you. I double dog dare you.