"Fire is motion / Work is repetition / This is my document / We are all all we've done / We are all all we've done / We are all all we've done / We are all all defenses."

- Cap'N Jazz, "Oh Messy Life," Analphabetapolothology

Saturday, May 10, 2014

let me express my feelings using a sports analogy

this article about the Indiana Pacers' mind-boggling playoffs performance is pretty much THE BEST SPORTS ANALOGY EVER for my love life. if ever a guy had difficulty understanding the way love works (ALL THE FRIGGIN TIME, amirite?) just give him this article and hope he's able to stretch himself mentally/emotionally to identify with Pacers fans.

"Rooting for a team like the Pacers is a special exercise in having your brain broken by loyalty. Root for a bad team long enough and you just get inured to it, but a disappointing team? A team that has talent, gets your hopes up, flirts with success, and then, due to some mystifying inner lack, self-dismantles just when it really matters? That’s a torch song. They’re too good for you to switch your feelings off, too unpredictable for you to ever feel safe, too successful for you to hide behind cynicism, too bent on failure for you not to know that your hope is a missile pointed at the moon."

guh. this is the Modern Love column i've been wanting to write.

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