Feeling inlove nasabi ko na din sa kanya
Hart hart! <3
Look, love doesn’t exist any more. Maybe it never did, and we were all conned into believing it, like Santa Claus and fairies. You see, what I mean about love, It’s splashed all over all those women’s magazine, like too much perfume over a good dress. All that slushy, sentimental, corny mush they call romantic fiction – on and on about that great, woolly, woozy feeling called love You think I’m unreasonable? That love is a sophisticated hypnosis, as insidious as advertising? I remember. SURE. Love’s that great ennobling spirit that is going to redeem mankind, halt us from our headlong rush into perdition. Tell me – I’d really like to know – does love feed and clothe the hungry, ragged the millions? Does it eradicate war or inflation, or prejudice or plain STUPIDITY? You tell me you don’t need anything when you’ve got love. Walk around in this starved haze, imbibe fresh air, blow your mind on sweet nothings. And when your teeth drop out, tell me again, that love is all you need. You know something? You can’t breathe or smell or taste or touch love. With all that smog and pollution, I don’t blame you if you can’t see it, or hear it either. Don’t tell me I’m too dense to see these abstractions. Abstractions are the refuge of fools. You can’t explain it simply because there’s nothing to explain: it isn’t there.
Grow up, *****. The world’s a wonderful place to live in. It’s out there waiting for you – and a billion others too. You don’t have to be UN population expert to know that it is every man for himself, and that love’s not freely available. That’s another commodity that subject to the law of supply and demand, and may I caution you that the supply is limited (if the stocks haven’t already run out). You still think that maybe, just maybe, “VENI, VEDI, VECI.” Latin’s a dead language. Love’s like latin, it is a dead language. Oh, you ought to know by now when not to hit your head against a brick wall. Why are you so stubborn? You heard the one about what the world needs now is LOVE? That’s another four- letter word routine that travels the gag-line. Let’s face it, pare, I’m the biggest sucker alive. I wouldn’t believe it all myself. I’ve fallen for all that crap, special delivery from tinseltown. Maybe its because I didn’t have glasses on (but probably its not the glasses because I don’t have one). Go ahead pare, call me a fool. It’s a classical example of conditioning, if ever there was one. Now spew all your favourite theories about Freud, environment, personality, you-name-it. Because, doctor, I’m suffering from all the symptoms, and if you can’t cure me, I guess no one can.
I heard some responsible citizen say that love is a cop-out from the pressures and duties that we all owe to family and country. Personally, I think its another excuse he needs for calling me names. Like “traitor,” for example. Don’t worry. I’m not going to hand you that line about the world well lost for love. Because it isn’t. And getting lost isn’t as easy as it sounds, believe me, If you tried running away and all your relatives living down the road are keeping an eye out for you.
Even that is dignified by the name of love. They are so worried stiff about your breaking your neck in some fall when you are climbing over the fence. And why, pray tell? Because they love you! Didn’t I ever say you couldn’t ever escape from it, even in your wildest dreams, otherwise some knight in clanking armor will fall from his horse at your feet – so you must succumb to love’s sweet charms? Well, that’s the way the ball goes, that’s the way it is. Or didn’t you know?
Who needs love, *****.Who? Need you ask?Even if it doesn’t exist any more?
*pasintabi sa original na awtor nito, patawad kung binaboy ko ng lubusan ang liham mo…. hehehe
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