August Approaches

While I am fairly decent at describing hypothetical emotions in diverse circumstances, I cannot for the life of me ever talk about them in a coherent way.  It’s a failure that will probably never be rectified.  There’s a world of swirling murky feeling shaped objects in my head sometimes, but it’s just a centrifuge of ridiculous asymmetry.

So I won’t say those feeling shaped words to you.  I quit trying.

Some situations would only be muddled by clarity, anyway.  Somehow, I find all the useless extravagance and chrome-plated accoutrement of romance more of a tombstone than an affirmation. In that, I think I may not be alone.  But I would rather assume so and not further complicate my world view with questions or proof.

Don’t you believe in love? She said.

Obviously not like you do, imparted I.

That’s a really sad way to go through life, she told me most judgmentally for a complete stranger.

I’m sure, I drolled, that there were tears shed over the death of epicycles.

If I ever meet the creator of Calibri font, I will destroy him with all the fires of rage constructed of my faultless aesthetic sense.  That is as unrelated to love a statement as I could muster.  I was unpleased with the direction this suddenly took.

The Broncos will probably go 6-10 this season.  I can feel a losing season in my bones.