The following may contain bitterness and/or madness. Enjoy. Dear Love, Plato wrote some centuries ago about a Greek drinking party dedicated to the god of love. The attendees praised the god one by one with a monologue, including the playwrighter Aristophanes. Aristophanes told a tale about how we humans were originally created as spherical beings with four arms, four legs and a single head. However one day our ancestors offended the gods, whereupon Zeus decided...
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I want: fish, Michael, George, Tom, Harry, Louis, Zayn, Liam and Niall. A week or so ago I listened to this song by One Direction called I want. Before I type any further, I must confess that I'm not very familiar with the stuff they've produced. I stumbled upon this song through Tom Fletcher from McFly, who apparently wrote it (who knew?!). So if you're looking for an insightful blogpost about One Direction, than I'm...
Lets face it, every holiday is part of a master plan made by the greeting card industry. If you think that those pre-made statements on cards are a good representation of those feelings you couldn't write down yourself, than I'm sorry to say that you're wrong. You are perfectly capable of writing those Happy Birthday/Merry Christmas/Happy New Year/Happy Valentines Day messages yourself. However by writing it down for you they have absolute control in what...
"In all seriousness, you can totally say hi and bye without it being 'weird.' Your acquaintance won't think much of it, and they probably feel the same way you do anyways. That way you'll be 'that nice girl/boy' instead of 'wait, does that person even go to our school?'" An exercise of my faculties. Not that long ago I had this big/massive/hidy-hidy-ho realization: Nobody cares. Hereby not saying that nobody cares, but nobody actually cares....
