Wednesday, February 18, 2004
On the bus today, I thought about it, and realized that I don't believe in relationships, but I don't believe in promiscuous flings either. Where does that leave me?
I wish I had aspirations like some to be a Mother Theresa or a Florence Nightingale, but I cannot hold those hopes being the cynic that I am, for I honestly don't believe in this notion of altruism, at least not for the consummation of mankind.
In the wake of Valentines Day and the leftovers of strewn petals, discarded clothes and the stories of a so-called love, I look around to see that idealism reigns, sitting upon its throne of clouds and utterances of happily-ever-after. Who crowned him king? I don't remember getting a phone call or a letter that told me so.
The rebel in me wants to start a revolution, refusing myself to bow down to such a holistically childish thought. But the realist in me knows that this is a battle we will not win. Perhaps it is better to leave things. After all, didn't someone establish the thought that ignorance is bliss?
sherry @ 4:42:00 pm
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