A Pointless Post

Time to be honest. I don't know shit about Calvin and Hobbes. Hell I had to google the spelling. And I think doublechocolate... is a really cheesy name. Knowing the creator of this blog, it came as a complete surprise. As far as I could judge her, I never put her out as one of those corny teen-aged girls. Actually let me correct that. She's not even teen-aged.

Back to imaginary situations. In this one let's have a boy who thinks he knows everything about the girl he loves. And WHAM! he finds out all this while he has her date of birth wrong. Say it was a year later. And he's all upset about it because he assumed he knew everything about her.

What is he supposed to do? Find a nice corner and cry himself to sleep? Take out all his anger on her for not telling him? Or FaceConcrete himself for not bothering to listen harder?

You know what's the worst part about that scenario? Realising for the last one and a half years your phone lock code has no meaning. Worst feeling ever, take my word for it.

The Mother of all Questions

I was certain I'd posted here before. But anyway, here goes.

Contrary to popular beliefs this blog is dead. As dead as my great grandfather.

So me posting here isn't really going to reach out to anyone. Actually just one person. But that's the point.

What if I told you there's a fine line between being loved and being hated? Would you agree?
I'm not really the expert when it comes to these matters. But I have a fair idea. Learning from experience you see.

Let's take a situation where you get a second chance at love, assuming obviously that you failed the first time.  
So you have another shot at dating the same girl and everything's going smoothly, except for the occasional fights. And WHAM! out of no where, she tells you she's dating someone else.

What are you supposed to do? Appreciate the fact that she's being honest? High-fiving yourself because you saw it coming? Or facepavement yourself for not trying harder to keep her?

Funny as it may seem I did all three. And now I've spent a week introspecting. I've realised a lot of things and over the course of my ranting on this blog I will reveal everything. Assuming obviously that I don't get kicked out of here.

So I'm going to leave you now, with a question. A question I've been asking all my life. And probably will for the rest of it.

Where is the love?