Real life is no fairy tale. There are no prince charmings on white horses; there are no happy endings. I think the reason I like the movie "Fall" so much is because it shows what it is to love and lust: an inevitable fall. We go into relationships knowing that one day, they will end. And yet we welcome the painful risks that come with it. If we were told that if we did some particular activity, we would have a chance of dying, we would avoid that activity like the plague (let's leave smokers and drug addicts out of this hypothetical equation, shall we?). But when it comes to love, we leap anyway. And we are crushed. In the end, destroyed. No wonder they're called 'crushes' and not 'uplifts.' There's nothing uplifting about being obsessed and lovesick, and appropriately 'crushed' when that affection is not returned.
Anyway, the moral of the story is that I survived SAD (Singles Awareness Day), unscathed. Here's to that. Another year free of the torture of knowing that I'm single. No more pink candy hearts staring at me from the checkout line at Walgreens, no more saccharine drenched love cards and dopey looking teddy bears that say things like "I love you berry much." Ah, free at last.
If only it were that simple, we'd all be moving on with our lives.
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