Facebook love story (part 3)

Luckily, we didn't live far away from each other. We decided that she would come to see me. I don’t know about her, but I made all the preparations as if I was celebrating 10 years of a real relationship, imagining I knew her so well I could have asked her to marry me on the spot.

Everything was in place: at a quarter to 7 in the evening I was seated in a nice pub,  waiting for her to come: flowers were in place as well as emotions. And she arrived. It was exactly as I’ve imagined, only…

Facebook love story (part 2) - Commitment

[…]W've decided we could take it to the next level. We celebrated this by having virtual sex. All of a sudden, we’ve become a committed couple. It was nice, but I couldn’t help myself wondering what was the difference between jerking off to a Hustler magazine and jerking off to a 17’ flat screen: this time feelings were

Facebook love story (part 1)


For days, then weeks, we've exchanged messages and images and we've shared our most intimate thoughts. Her name was May. I felt, we both felt something was growing there, I couldn't tell exactly what, but there was definitely something.  We were getting close, so close. Despite all this, I didn't realize I didn't know whether that was her real name or where she really lived. I could go on just knowing that we had something going on. Practically, I was establishing a

Abyssal thinking

Death is just another method to protect life from itself, to put in in a Darwinian way.

Slave to the quote

Mediocre individuals who use in their speech sentences attached to famous names get to feel really witty and inspired. So true, so fucking useless. First, those people they quote, may they be dead or alive, had real lives. During their real lives, they lived, worked, whatever, but more importantly, they thought. They were active individuals on the pensive front, and it's useful as well as respectful to quote their work. 


On the other hand

Weird shyte

It's only peculiar to fall in love blindly with a girl, then to look at her face.


update: it's quite funny to black out one night to wake up the next day with things published on my blog. I still wonder what was the trigger that made me think of such a thing.

Choice

Figuring out what one doesn't want is a hell of a lot easier than figuring out what they want.

religion, love

religion is nothing more than an accurate expression and at the same time explanation of love. irrational and infinite: such a thing can only be called love. the love of god, in this case.


where human love might perish when the imperfections of the loved one surface, the love of god can be timeless, since god (as the imaginary, thus perfect being) is completely incapable of doing anything to alter the image of perfection. everything else is simply an act of human imagination.

freedom: evolution

Today I came across a picture with a nice caption: 'Some of the most interesting people I know don't know what to do with their lives'. I find this quite intriguing as true at the same time, plus it spoke to me whereas I figure

Entrapment? Freedom?

All my life I've been trying to avoid myself: to destroy all that's been implemented by parents, education, society and above all, I tried not to live the life of my parents. Of course, this is bullshit at some level, since I live in the society. However, the thought of leaving the ME, like a snail can leave an empty shell behind, never disappeared. After I first experienced

a lesson in freedom

Simple things bring pure bliss when considered accordingly and not turned into some stupid expectations charged with a thrust of misplaced emotions. That's because having expectations from others may prove to be the utmost act of egoism.  
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