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21 Dec

If someone is passionate about something, there’s a reason.

If she lives to decoupage photographs of kittens to wastebaskets, ask how she picks the photos. With friends, you get to hang out without worrying what it looks like.

In other words, compassion, in my mind, was inseparable from love.

Furthermore, through the writing of the piece, what struck me more was that it was the love of money that would have made the story move forward, but with an “A” under my belt, I chose not to to think about this assignment until fairly recently, where I began to ponder about this early observation about equalling love with compassion, and the absolute necessity of doing thus.

Cool, cool, you'll just hang out and watch their love blossom. If true love is dead, how are you supposed to resurrect it?

Does anyone know where the law stands re: marrying inanimate objects?

It's like gambling, where if you don't play and don't win you'll probably be miserable, and if you play and lose you'll also be miserable. And then they're 40 and alone (or older and alone), and have no idea how to act with women.

By not caring if she says yes or no you live through the constant rejection.But any deeper than that and you risk investing a great deal of time and emotional energy into something that is going nowhere. Women - particularly the really attractive ones, get sick of being asked out all the time, but you have to not take it personally if they get angry at being asked out.It's only annoying them when they aren't interested.Things are further complicated when I find out that his bedroom in Bratislava is a dedicated shrine to me, with hundreds of photographs that I never even knew were snapped.I’ll contend that ending that particular relationship is one of the best decisions I’ve ever made, because you really don’t know what kind of a man you’re dealing with, until you see the way they treat someone they consider their non-equal, or when you are made to deal with their neurotic obsession, not with who you are as a human being, but of the way you look.