I couldn't sleep last night so I did laundry at 1 a.m. and watched a rerun of a Chris Titus Valentine special called "Love is Evol." Is it just me, or is Titus getting more handsome as he gets older? I love his jawline. Too bad he's so bitter about everything. Otherwise, you know, we'd have a chance.
I have rolling beliefs in the area of love, as in religion. Sometimes I'm a complete love atheist, like I am now. Romantic love is stupid. There's no such thing. Anybody who does anything for romantic love is a frickin' idiot. It's fleeting, a shadow, a hormonal imbalance.
Perhaps I feel this way because (aside from my own life being completely devoid of any romance, a state which will likely never end, I realized yesterday) I watched The Other Boleyn Girl last night. The acting was fan-freakin-tastic, the costumes were beautiful, Eric Bana was a h-h-hot Henry VIII (but increasingly pathetic and unstable through the movie). The storyline took a lot of license with the Boleyn's circumstances, but one thing is true: Henry VIII ruled his country based on his romantic whims. Mary Boleyn "loved" Henry, and what did it get her? Heartache.
See? It's stupid.
I wish I could balance it better. Love with reality, physical needs with intellectual ones. I was about to say physical needs with emotional needs, but emotional needs are physical. It's just a hormonal imbalance.