i have a frnd named A. he's a constant. and there is girl X which is a variable
=> X + A = eventually nothing substantial.
it all fizzles out sooner or later.
and then the variables get categorized:
x was hot. y was my first love, z was the love of my life, and u know it continues...
lad and ladies that is the true nature of relationships....of whatever kind whether its your petor your girlfriend.
there is always a variable or rather an entire set of variables and only one constant which is you.
and the combinations can be fascinating. while one is the love of the constant's life, the toher can be "jus a fling" and the some other can be " i dont know, i had temporarily lost my mind"...
anyway so almost everyday i hear about a new variable and the consequential relationship was/is.
i am one of the boring ones. i used to have juss too many variables and only one category : "flings".... now i have jus the constant left.
and then something else. he said "well you know, i like to appreciate beauty, so when i meet a pretty girl i go up to her and tell her she is pretty"...
much as he would deny it , somewhere its also taking a chance. after all i know for a fact he found the ex-love of his life tht way. so if it works, well good for ihim, and if she doesnt well, he couldnt care less. you see, 'he's jus admiring beauty'...
gone are the days when beauty was what you were born with and not what was chiselled in a gym or thru the numerous diets listed on google.
so gone are the days when admirers of beauty would write poems and grt literature would be born...
now pretty girls, dolce and gabbana girls, pin-up girls, not-so-pretty girls and outright ugly things...
why is it that the simple fact tht 'pretty is not beautiful and hot is not glamorous...' is something people just done get. is it jus another reflection of your poor levels of education that we suffer from terrible vocab syndrome?
have all the love poems been written ?
nw in the world of accosting strangers to express admiration.......has literature finally died?
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literature hasn't died. methinks sense has just been oozing out of us for so bloody long that there isn't too much left to put into such activities. people are much more interested in physical attributes than what's inside them, and that's something i feel is a fact. you don't get too many people who just throw on anything they get their hands on, just straighten the really bad clumps of hair and go out, do you?
i've blogrolled you!
If you think deeply, even your constant is not really a constant, just as an electron does not know for sure where it is in a particular instant.
Well, regarding poems...the age of so called classics apparently has gone...taking away the classic loves, classic poems, classic literature...classic musings.
Now you are at war or on the run...perpetually. If you are not, your neighbour or colleague or bf or gf is. But this is the usual scenario, remember, even now the birds sing. The world even though has become much more dirty and polluted in all senses, still it is indescribably beautiful...still classic flowers bloom.
hmmm.... Not really. Inspiration comes from within. You will always have literature, perhaps just of a different kind.
Besides, life has become pretty fake, and in the place I come from, you can see the physical transformation.
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