And thanks for your comment on Indifferent Hallways. You're a nice guy, I'm guessing. That was something I wrote about this guy I knew in school. He was kinda a jerk. Or I was just stupid. Or both. I don't understand the whole game thing, that one-night-stand thing is something I imagine for older people who meet in bars, not at school. I don't think I have had one, because you have to be like just one time for that, right? :) or so the name implies. This dude was just too cool in front of his friends and everybody was sooo click-ish. Stupid stuff.
I am trying to learn to write. Ginsberg said that you write about the stuff you know and real life stuff. I don't know about all that. The prettier stuff seems to be about things you don't know.
Maybe one day I'll have it right. But thanks for reading and commenting, it was nice of you. I hope you write more soon, I like reading your stuff.
Thank you for reading and commenting on the Fsiry Tale piece. I don't know about Love so much... it seems to be something you work at very hard.
Bukowski says Love is a fog that burns away. That is rather a sad point but seems to be true. Love comes, then it goes.
But then there are the stories, where Love is something that you work really hard to achieve, and then it seems to be really strong, because all the questioning and the work is already done by the time it happens.
I guess I'm a believer that if you try and work at it really hard, you can love anyone/anything. It's a concentrated effort. If you take something that you don't love and then grow to love it, it is something fierce and bright and insanely dependable.
Maybe I'm wrong, but I sure hope not.
As for being loved like a dream -- no, that's the best feeling in the whole world. :)