Friday, May 07, 2004

Most people, upon hearing my views on love think I was either unlucky in love or am a scrooge who can't watch others be happy, but happy is such a relative term.

Most of my friends, upon falling in love, have gone from being three dimensional, interesting people to two dimensional characters who can't stop calling their other halves 'jaan'/'jaani' and SMSing their jaanies at all hours, even in the middle of a conversation with you. The cell rings and I walk to it but these people jump at the sound of their phone and literally run to answer it lest it be 'jaani' on the line. God forbid they should choose anyone over said 'jaani'. All in all, very depressing to watch. The equivalent of being on a road trip with good friends and having the person driving shove you all to the backseat to make room for some hitchhiker you just picked up five minutes ago.

Shit, if this is the way people in love act, I'd rather be the wierd old lady with the million cats. Sounds like a better existence than being someone's slave in the name of love.

Misha at Friday, May 07, 2004

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