Well, do you know how you can teach an animal, or anything, really, I guess, to associate say, a sound with an action?
Like the dog that associated a bell with drooling, or something like that?
I feel as though I’m going to start associating falling in love with pain. A lot of it, at that.
Last time, I had fallen for Ian. And anyone that knows me at least relatively well knows that that ended badly. Very badly.
I don’t really miss him, though. I got over it rather fast. A few days. Hell, I think it could’ve even been a few minutes, honestly.
But today, my second association took place. Blog, meet Adam.
Yeah. I have come to the conclusion that I am never to tell another close/best/whatever friend that I love them, even with the “as a friend” implied, it being false or not. Now I know.
Because, as fate would have it, I was led on. Just as last time.
And as fate would have it, I bit the bait. And ended up being bit in the ass.
This time, it didn’t take all of Spring Break. It took a few hours, though.
A new record? I think so.
But, of course, since in breakdown a part of me starts to go mad with artistic genius, I did manage to get a lyrical remix pumped out of me.
Fall Out Boy, Three Days Grace, Saosin. Hmm, that’s an awkward grouping. Relative crap, emo, and screaming. Yikes.
To be truthful, I think the fucker’s lucky that I didn’t sabotage his face on photoshop yet. I mean, if I can improve someone’s appearance with a few clicks and a few strokes, I can easily make them worse.
I think I might try it, sometime tonight when I’m unable to sleep.
Because of course, I couldn’t sleep last night, either.
The not-sleeping seems to be a symptom I can count on. Ian, Kyle, and Adam. All of them caused temporary insomnia.
Although, I didn’t love Kyle. I like to think that that was a physical attraction, based on lust, and nothing else.
But Ian and Adam, they had an entirely different… attachment, I’ll call it. Physical attractions last a few weeks, maybe 2 months, tops.
The actual attachments last much, much longer, I’ve figured out.
Ian? 8 years. 8 years of my life that I wasted. How pitiful.
Adam? About 8 months. Again with the number 8. How pathetic.
I’m going to go read The Truth About Forever, though. I’m hoping Macy finally just goes after Wes. Everyone knows she wants him.
Hmm… after getting over Jason, she quickly falls for Wes.
I feel as though I know what she’s going through, but I can’t think of any actual timeline spot that fits. Foretelling? Maybe so.
