Fucked.

Not in the literal sense this time, honest.

So I haven't posted in a grand 5 days, which is while for me, and while I've been catching up on others' blogs, I've noticed a trend in the posting. A trend that goes along the lines of "I miss you, but I really don't want to."
And, well, here's my little ray of light to shed on the matter:
When it comes to looking at love in hindsight, we're all fucked. Absolutely fucked.

I mean, we've all got that one person who keeps popping in out of our heads and hearts and they're never in our lives when we want them to be, and never out of them when we need them to be. Our romance-weakened will-power allows us to go to them even when we know we shouldn't. At all. Because they're the last thing we need.

But they're the first thing we want.

You know, I want vodka right now, but I'm not shooting the Grey Goose because I know that I've got better things to do right now. I've also discovered that Skyy is much better. I mean I hate to use the vodka analogy here, but do you see what I'm getting at?

We can want and want and want and want, but as life moves forward (as it tends to do), what we want gradually gets farther and farther away from us. Wishing for the person to fall out of the sky and into our hearts yet again is like wishing for males to completely stop thinking about sex and videogames. It's just ain't gonna happen.

We know that the whole fantasy reunion scenario is only getting more and more unrealistic with each day that passes, and yet we still drift off to Everything-Works-Out-Right Land chasing a dude who was never really ours in the first place. All we can do is convice ourslves to stop chasing them.

We must, but we don't want to. And we humans tend to do what we want... so there we are.
Fucked.


Sighhh... (the sound you'll make when you immediately start thinking about your person after reading this)
Julia