The other day, as i was walking home at five o'clock in the morning, delirous from having stayed up all night working on a worthless project. One the way i overheard the following exchange:
The Scene:
Young, semi - good looking blond guy (late teens/early twenties) stumbling down the middle of the road. He is followed ( a few feet away) by a younger, less-attractive, desperate girl.
The Conversation:
Young Guy: "GO HOME!"
Desperate Girl: "I want to know that you're OK! I want to be with you."
YG: "I'll be ok if you GO HOME!"
DG: "Please..." goes to hug YG, only to be pushed awat "I just want to be with you! I love you!"
YG: "Just leave me ALONE, and I'll be OK, as long as you GO HOME!"
Passing that scene, it surprised how much i sympathized with the guy, rather then the jilted girlfriend. Maybe the fact that i haven't been in love in a while made completely cynical to the whole spectacle. It's so easy to look in complete horror at this little scene and you think, "can't they just control themselves?" And the answers is ofcourse is "no."
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