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[mrv3000]

Am I flighty? And frivolous? Since I focus on happy, fun things, does that make me incapable of comprehending despair? Or desire? Or doubt? Am I really that shallow? Or that dense?

Since I do not speak about politics or religion, does that mean I do not have an opinion? Since I do not talk about sorrows, hurts and fears, am I without them?

Are not we all more than these text windows? Or must I limit my whole being to my play?

ETA - this is rhetorical. I've got a pretty good handle on the answers. ;)

Comments

[mrv3000.livejournal.com]

Bwah. It's your journal. Post whatever you want.

Why thanks, luv! :)

Hell, you can post an entry that says "SHIT!" in large black centered fonts every day for the next two years and I'd keep on reading because I'm absolutely fascinated by you.

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Don't tempt me!

Of course, ditto applies here. Even if I still don't know what your stove looks like. ;)

Crap. I think I said too much. Now I'll have to start calling you "Sir" so we can regain a respectable emotional distance. Guh.

Yes. That's probably better. No hugging or smooching either. Because that would just be awkward.

[hyari.livejournal.com]

Yes. That's probably better. No hugging or smooching either. Because that would just be awkward.

Yes, promise to never hug or smooch you again. Bwah! We'll "leave it in the room." and happy birthday.

[mrv3000.livejournal.com]

Heh. Leave it in the room. *giggle*