»» i still like breasts...

awhile ago, while chewing on the original recipe chicken breasts my thoughtful parents brought home last night, i found myself... not thinking about anything.

which was funny, because on more than one occasion, i unexpectedly found myself considering the most dull of items in actual serious thought(i'd post the link, but i dont know how... weep for the n00b!).

so, here i am, dipping chicken into gravy, wondering why the hell not?

it's not like i was at a loss of words or don't have anything to talk about. i've got friends who could tell you about their socks and still make it sound interesting.

sigh, and then i thought, maybe something's changed.

considering this, i turned over in my head the "what's", "why's" and "how's" of the past few months and there i found my answer.

well, i was in love, which most of my close friends are probably tired of hearing(and are probably shouting in anguish as they read this... "not agai~n!!!"). and much to their relief, i WAS in love.

not anymore, no more sudden "high" while walking home, no more exciting shiver from the gentle smile "said person" throws your way. no more feeling that, although everything's probably going to turn out for the worse, it's gonna be ok, because you've still got "said person".

no more nonsense.

well, if it's such an awful lot of nonsense, why do i miss it so?

plus the fact that i've lost the trademark emotion i usually mix into the things i write. i guess not loving anything screws your perspective, or roughly shoves it back to what it was before you even fell in love.

falling in love, changes your view on things. makes you appreciate stuff more, makes you do things not for the sake of doing them, more of for a higher purpose, a nobler purpose. you do your work now, not for yourself, but for others. makes living a whole lot of more worthwhile.

well, that's what i think. hopeless? yes! but a thought nonetheless.