Hey, hi. How are you lately?
Do you still remember me? I remember you from time to time, but what I remember the best is the 13th of December. You know, the day we stopped knowing each other; when we weren’t going from Y to Y, but Y to X. We ended then.
I don’t love you anymore, but if I say I don’t miss you, I would be lying. My old diary was full of you and the past. I tore out all the pages because now they are filled with heartbreak.
This probably doesn’t mean much because I didn’t send it to you in person, but oh well, I wrote it and I felt better.
This also marks the end of the 10 day challenge. Thank you everyone, and…
Disney Movies: Now that I rewatch them, they seem really cheery and funny. I laugh like a huge idiot while I feel sorry for my childhood self who did not seem to understand what was happening on the screen.
Not being sick: please stop torturing me, sickness. Damn you, karma. I need to watch a disney movie.
Eyebrow furrow: Just the eyebrow furrow. It says it all; it speaks, “grr, I am a sexy beast”. I started to fall for Johnny Depp’s eyebrows in Sweeney Todd.
General (Gentle)manliness: you know, the silver-screen male who always falls for the leading female, they know how to treat women. Suit, tie and all. That combination of suit and tie is infallible.
Manly hands: I guess it’s because I have rather large hands and unfeminine fingers, it’s always reassuring when guys do have manlier hands than you.
Bad oral hygiene. PLEASE. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD AND FOR THE SANITY OF THE ENTIRE WORLD, brush, floss, and go to your dentist regularly! It’s disgusting, and my dog’s teeth are whiter than yours (he regularly does his own teeth care by gnawing on bones).
Idiocy. Hooligans are fun to watch, but not fun to date.
Flirtatious Behaviour. It’s really not that cool. It makes you look like a dick who just wants to sleep with girls. No matter how good looking you may be or how suave you are, you still look like a dick who wants to sleep with girls.
Hostility towards people in the streets, homosexuals, poor people, animals et al.
Murmur of maternal lamentation
Who are those hooded hordes swarming
Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth
Ringed by the flat horizon only
What is the city over the mountains
Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air
Jerusalem Athens Alexandria
Unreal” —“What The Thunder Said”, T.S. Eliot