I realize there is no such thing as love. A sad testament to the fact is that I have several objects of affection/lust right this very moment and I could turn my thoughts to any of them and convince myself that they are the one and I must have them or perish in the process. At the end of the day, at least I have that little bit of my brain that would instantly call "Bullshit!" at such a notion and so I remain oblivious to that lovin' feeling.

This is precisely why I'm so cynical about other people falling in love with people they don't even know. How can you possibly do that? If you don't know the person and claim to be in love with them, then it's lust, isn't it, since its inspired exclusively by the looks of said person and nothing more? How can you help but roll your eyes at the hapless majnoo who claims to be besotted with someone he has never spoken to and claims he simply cannot see the point in his life without said person?

Yeah, this post is recycled off another of my blogs. What can I say, I'm busy yet lazy at the same time and inspiration seems to have gone on strike rather than strike me.