Sorry this is long but well worth the read.
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Anyone in love? Do you hate it? Let me actually describe love. Love is where you think you're happy, but you're not. You think you've found that person, but you haven't. Love is actually that headache from last night's fight. Love is constantly biting you in the face with it's teeth of hopeless bleak despair. But you know what's worse? Not being in love. Not being in love is having a throbbing heart and wanting nothing more than to fall in love with that special girl/guy. When you're not in love, you end up seeing your best friend (who's been completely asexual up til this point) with the most beautiful girl in the world. Then you're thinking the whole time "Man, even that freak can get a girl/guy. Something must be wrong with me.". It's what I like to call the "Cycle of Death". Why? Because nothing is wrong with you. Nothing at all. Death just isn't knocking at your door. At least, if you're sane. Some of you people will actually kill yourself by way of gun/knife-to-wrist/rope because you want so bad to fall in love. That's what love is all about. Death.
You know what's really good, and what I really enjoy, is when this 'death' (or love) tortures two people. Now, I don't like when it happens to me, but my goodness, it's so grand to be involved in a love fight! I love when my friend calls me up and tells me "Well, apparently I'm an idiot." because his woman is calling him names. Nothing lights my fire more than being told the story of my friends having problems. And I'm sure it's the same for them when I call and say "Well, I'm locked out of the house.". Face it. Everyone loves drama. Everyone loves to have a good old fashion fight. That's why when you punch someone, it feels good. Hopefully, in your love-fights, you're not punching each other but you do get to take jabs. It's called 'Emotional Boxing'. In this corner, you have the sensitive, defensive character and in the other corner, you have the harsh, brutal beast who is thirsty for blood. Neither one plays the role of female or male. It just depends on the situation. For instance, I leave the toilet seat up. I'm now the sensitive, defensive character and my wife is the blood thirsty beast, ready to pounce. Anyway, I don't like to think of myself getting in trouble. Let's go back to your friends getting in an emotional boxing match.
So you're friend... let's call him Doug... is having a fight with his woman... Patty. As I was saying earlier, the greatest thing is when Doug calls you up to give you the details of this amazing fight. Normally I don't pick up my phone. Even my answer machine has a Japanese haiku which goes "The phone rings; We do not pick up our phone; So why call?". But I will always pick up the phone when it's 'Doug' calling around the times of 10am-1pm or around midnight. Why? Because that's when I get the most entertainment out of the conversation. When I hear that phone ring around those times, I will seriously drop whatever I'm doing and dive over any obstacle to get to that phone. I could be in the middle of 'making babies' and I will literally leap up, trip in the dark for the phone, and answer it to hear "Yeah, so apparently I have a peanut brain and Patty hates me." You don't want it to end. It's a crappy, teen soap opera happening right before your eyes. You want to help, but you won't. You want to tell him it will be okay, but you say, "I'd leave that whore.". See, you get the juicy stuff when you say something like that. You will unfold a book of disturbing things about that person's other half that you will hold dear to your heart. Some for ammo, but mainly because it's so great to eat popcorn and watch the fight unfold in the most harsh details. To keep the fire growing, you make up some stories to fit the situation. "Oh, Patty cut your face with a rake?! I know how you feel. This one time, Nikki (my wife) was screamin' at me and I was like 'Now, dear, calm down.' and she picked up a fat rake only to slash my head open. I had stitches and everything.'. What's great is right after you say that, Doug will be like "Yeah, right?". Continuing, you will end up uncovering all of these facts about this fight, when suddenly, 15 minutes into the conversation, you realise "Wait, I've heard this one before.". So you try to end it, not by saying "Hey, I got to run." but by weasling yourself out of the conversation. You'll try to hint by saying "Yeah." and "Uh-huh." after every other word to try and tell him you're not listening but that never works. You try the lawn while you talk. Nothing. This works every time. Be involved in the conversation. Relate to what he's saying, and then in the middle of when he's talking (not while you're talking), tell him to wait and call out a little away from the phone "What?" like someone is calling you from the other room. Then when you wait for about 3 seconds, get back on with him and say "Hey, I got to go. I'm in trouble now. Women.". You're now free to go.
Well, that's my love spill. Take care guys!
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