So many emotions yet no words will describe them
I love me
and that’s pretty cool
I calculate that at this pace I’ll have a girlfriend by 2036 and be married by 2068.
I am your trinket
I am painted plastic held together by cheap gold
Pocket me and keep me reserved
When you forget me I wait patiently
Like a trinket in your pocket
The days where I let my heart take over me are the days I feel like the most stupidest person in the world.
Or is it stupedist?
Many tragedies are enacted in the name of love.
This is my meditation. I read a book about how different birthdays are related to different character traits and so far seven out of eight have been totally right (it’s worth noting that the book said the eighth person was a liar). The book says that I believe that love is the end-all be-all of existence and is the ultimate goal I look for. Which is true. So for that it gave me this piece of advice to remember: Many tragedies are enacted in the name of love. I’ll think about that….
At the first opportunity, I began, with
more curiosity than tact, to question the
young people I met on how they felt
about this practice. Sita, one of my
young informants, was a college graduate
with a degree in political science. She
had been waiting for over a year while
her parents were arranging a match for
her. I found it difficult to accept the docile
manner in which this well-educated
young woman awaited the outcome of a
process that would result in her spending
the rest of her life with a man she hardly
knew, a virtual stranger, picked out by
“How can you go along with this?” I
asked her, in frustration and distress.
“Don’t you care who you marry?”
“Of course I care,” she answered.“
This is why I must let my parents choose
a boy for me. My marriage is too important
to be arranged by such an inexperienced
person as myself. In such matters,
it is better to have my parents’ guidance.”
She’ll be riding a bike when I see her so I hope I can keep up.