Lessons from an author.

I'm reading this fabulous sci-fi novel at the moment. Full of political commentary, extreme sexual debauchery, horrific violence.... pretty good stuff. In the midst of all this, I ran into something interesting.

"You feel that way about someone, you go with it. It just makes it tough to get any objectivity on this.."

The guy is talking about love of course. For many, an obscene bane to our existence. Loss of objectivity is just a euphemism for FUCKING STUPID of course. It's such a shame really, how you completely lose your wits when love strikes you. Very unfair, those invisible bonds that are so hard to break since cutting through them is often akin to slicing through your own skin, slowly and deliberately.

All this makes me want the anti-Viagra. I want a wonder drug that will suck every ounce of that urge to find love and all the stupidity and distraction that comes along with it. Once a day, and you're good as gold. Of course, we could make things easier and cheaper with a well placed bullet.