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The Absurdity o-WPS Office
Greetings to everyone here today that have sat down and decided to listen to my kind of a rant,
kind of an appreciation to something I and most certainly you as well are passionate about.
That this is, unsurprisingly coming from a pretentious retard, love. If I were to ask you what love
is to you, what would be your answer? It could go along the lines of something comfy,
something warm, something worthwhile, but if I were you, my answer would be "we just got
here and you expect us to entertain your very subjective question? You really are testing our
patience". And well, all these answers are valid, including mine by the way. However, love could
be bitter, love could be cold and love can and will hurt. Love is absurd, love is everything and
yet is nothing. Love is everywhere yet hard to find. Love is--. Let me tell you a story, more
melodramatic than than tv dramas, more lenghty than one piece, more cheesy than half of my
jokes and only half as coherent as my face. Pp
The world is monotonous, repetetive and for all intents and purposes, meaningless. Like a
tumbleweed, you barely tumble your way to the next cactus with its cactits. You feel nothing,
you feel empty like that one item on the test that you could've swore you read somewhere but
decided to throw in the towel and leave it blank. But then, as unexpectedly as your uncle's
hand, someone comes in and rocks your world (I'll be talking in a male pov since that is,
apparently, what I am). She's beauty, she's grace, she's got a profile picture of gorgeous face
and has her profile locked with a period for a bio. She's a short-haired chinita with glasses, she's
gothic or at least she thinks she is, she's antisocial and clearly has underlying mental issues. You
see her and is lime "woah, I bet I could make her mine" even with your asymmetrical face that
looks like a cross between a monkey and well, a monkey, you take the courage to get to know
her. But you don't, everytime you look in the mirror, you feel like you are not enough, you are
not important and you ARE right. She doesn't even see you, you are nothing to her, she doesn't
know you exsi-. Oh shit, did she just look at you? Did you just make eye contact? Pack your bags
and kiss your mom goodbye as your getting married and have a family of 4, live somewhere in
the suburban parts of the city. Oh wait, that didn't happen again. Was there any meaning to it?
Am I special? What is everything? Is there meaning to everything? This goes on for quite a while
As you can see, or hear in this case, love is absurd. Love brings you to your highest highs but
also drag you down to your lowest lows. Love makes you feel alive but also makes you want to
shoot a bullet straight through your brain. Even after all this, after the speech that you half
listened to, half hoping that the speaking would shut the fuck up, like seriously, how can
someone whit such an ugly, flat face act so insightful about something they have yet to
experience? And with that note, what was this speech anyway? Was it slash serious, slash joke,
or slash half joke? It got pretty retarded near the end. Anyways, thanks for listening and have a
good but never great life.