Should be reading more and writing less, but well...
As I walk up the dark cinema hall aisle, the screen light falls on people sitting. I don't notice whatever I don't notice; but I do notice some hands holding each other, heads resting on shoulders, arms entwined, shoulders touching, and before I realize it, I am looking for my seat. As I move on with life in such small steps, it hits me that I miss being in love. I don't miss any specific detail. I just miss the feeling. That's just it.
What is this feeling? Is it another emotion that cannot be explained? or is it possible to break it down into more rational axioms and understand it better? I am tempted to say that it could be beyond both; but then, I can't see what can lie outside the inexplicable-explainable spectrum. Continuing that particular sidebar, I am not sure about my feelings for epistemology either; but well, for now, let's cut to Jack Rabbit's Slim's:Mia: May I ask you a personal question cowboy?Vincent: No. Mia: Alright. Have you ever been in love?Vincent: I said 'No'.Mia: Don't be so testy. It's not that one; this is a different question.
Vincent: Still seems personal enough.Mia: Ok. [pause]Vincent: Love is a commodity.Mia: Warming up; aren't we? A commodity, like, for sale?Vincent: Sale, discount, retail, designer, factory seconds, et cetera, et cetera. They sell. You buy.Mia: Me?Vincent: Yeah, you.Mia: What if I want to buy?Vincent: Yeah, it looks like you have, already.Mia: Good one.[pause]Mia: So, I bought it. Let's say designer. Do you have a problem with that cowboy?Vincent: No, I don't. My problem is not with you. My problem is with the next woman I want to fuck.[pause]
Cut back to blog-post. Insert some dialogue here which deconstructs love along the lines of how much paper, screen space, and network bandwidth it has wasted. I have taken this quasi-Nihilistic kind of approach too. But, the blissful irrational happiness and the forlorn feeling surrounding it (on the timeline): that's undeniable. Also, rational reasoning along the lines of loneliness, hormones, progeny, and other facets (unexplained in their own right) is also appealing.
I have 3 options: a) Don't bother either thinking or feeling. b) Feel. c) Think.
As the camera zooms out and credits start to roll, a pencil is seen shading option (b).
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