Delusive Snippet #5
6th November 2007I have decided to love you.
No, really, I have. I have decided to love you and no one - least of all myself - can stop me. Your only duty now is to make yourself completely available to me between the hours of twenty-four and seven, Monday through Monday for deep emotional, intellectual, spiritual and physical connection. That’s not much to ask in return for love, is it? According to everyone from The Beatles to His Holiness The Dalai Lama, love is paramount. You should consider yourself lucky and if you were religious you might even say you’re blessed.
6th November 2007 at 7:37 pm
Blessed, stalked… what’s the diff?
6th November 2007 at 8:45 pm
In the words of The Beatles, goo goo goo joob, I am the Walrus.
And you’re right. I did say that, but don’t quote me, okay?
6th November 2007 at 8:54 pm
yes, that’s just it ,
it’s not like you can stop yourself from loving someone, it sort of creeps up, hits you in the face…
lucky indeed.
7th November 2007 at 2:03 am
How will we know?
Is it like a writ, a court order? I imagine a stern letter from a third party:
“The party or parties above-named is/are hereby notified of intent to love, being unspecified and subject to change without notice, pursuant to an application by our client Ms Smith. This declaration of love is non-reciprocal, non-rescindable and binding upon both parties until such time as terminated by our client and notified to above-named in writing. You do not need to make any statement of emotional commitment but it may harm your defence if you fail to declare now any love interest which you later rely on when arguing in front of other people.”
7th November 2007 at 9:14 am
Z: My point exactly!
The Dalai Lama: Welcome, your holiness. Err, don’t quote you? But everyone else does.
Isabelle: Yes, love is like a drunken sailor that beats the crap out of you behind the bar, robs you of your dignity and leaves you stranded.
OE: Definitely. It all ends in court anyway, why not get them involved from the start I say. [Cynical? Us?]
7th November 2007 at 9:43 pm
I’m yours.
Will you scratch me behind the ears?
7th November 2007 at 11:16 pm
Yes, people do seem to decide this. I don’t get it. I never seem to get to decide. It just sneaks up on me, in the most underhanded and obnoxious way.
8th November 2007 at 12:48 am
Clarissa: Absolutely. Would you like a belly rub, too?
Bohémienne: One must keep some semblance of control. So I’m told.