Next to genocide and onions the things I hate most are breakups*. They pretty much suck. And I feel really sad when my friends are dealing with them in any capacity. In a rare showing of pessimism, I'll ask this question: what's the point of relationships? Can't they only ever end in disappointment i.e. one person dies or you break up?
I suppose unless you're Mother Teresa or Gandhi (notice that both of whom are dead), it's impractical to live your life in abstinence or even Relationship Purgatory -- that state where you're in a relationship but you act like you're not -- in perpetuity. So I guess despite the pain and the fear and all that, you surrender again to the possibility of something new because there will always being something new. Et cetera.
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I've decided to delete weird/rude comments. I'd like to think that I can brush shit off, but I'm not really that kind of girl. I could wait for enlightenment or for obtaining some other state where other people's criticisms no longer bug me, but what for - when it brings me greater pleasure to just delete what I don't want to look at?
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*I wrangled with this sentence for a good 45 minutes. First it was: "Next to genocide and onions the thing I hate most is break-ups." Then it was: "Next to genocide and onions the thing I hate most are break-ups." And finally I settled on the one I posted. Any thoughts, my grammar friends?