I Think Life Is Strange
Today I watched a large portion of sword art online with my brother. It has very shallow, but intimate and loving relationships between the main character and several other girls. In terms of maturity, it's about as shallow as you can get; it's the over-glorified "everyone loves you" dream.
Later, I sat alone. Everyone else was out of the house. With little to do, I began to look up "pictures" of girls.
30-some minutes later, I still sat on the couch. Despite the physical pleasure I had just gone through, I left sad and alone. I took another look at those pictures, and I realized they didn't make me happy. Not in any way.
Then, I thought back to watching anime with my brother. I remembered those shallow relationships. It was about the most overdone and stupid love I had ever seen, but those shallow relationships were still displays of love between two characters. I remembered smiling as those characters looked into each other's eyes and blushed. Even if it was corny and stupid, with little to no real meaning, it made me soften inside. All of a sudden, I realized that making love, and being in love are very different things.
I'm tired of watching people who aren't in love, make love.
Watching others love each other makes me happy; not watching others make love.
Later, I sat alone. Everyone else was out of the house. With little to do, I began to look up "pictures" of girls.
30-some minutes later, I still sat on the couch. Despite the physical pleasure I had just gone through, I left sad and alone. I took another look at those pictures, and I realized they didn't make me happy. Not in any way.
Then, I thought back to watching anime with my brother. I remembered those shallow relationships. It was about the most overdone and stupid love I had ever seen, but those shallow relationships were still displays of love between two characters. I remembered smiling as those characters looked into each other's eyes and blushed. Even if it was corny and stupid, with little to no real meaning, it made me soften inside. All of a sudden, I realized that making love, and being in love are very different things.
I'm tired of watching people who aren't in love, make love.
Watching others love each other makes me happy; not watching others make love.
26-30, M