'...Love is sweet misery...'. - Aerosmith, Cryin (Get A Grip)
I'm sad because I can't have her. She's happy because she wants it to be that way. (?) If she's happy, then I'm happy. So when she IS happy, I am happy too. But her source of happiness is my source of misery.
So technically, I am happy and miserable at the same time about the same thing.
Which is just not possible.
And I can't say something like Life Sucks because seeing my life from a 3rd person point of view, I'm just too, too, too fascinated by what I am going through. Hyuk hyuk hyuk! :-D
Well said, Aerosmith! I used to think those lyrics were meaningless. But when you actually go through a situation like that, it all makes sense all of a sudden!
Disclaimer The
Neurotic One shall use this narcissistic recluse to blow his own trumpet, to
question the parentage of Communists and to blast the world for what it is.
Readers who do not concur, are requested to bend over and kiss his buttocks.
Readers are also strongly advised against side effects of reading Neurotica,
such as strong nausea, splitting headaches, insomnia, visions of Baba Sehgal
chasing you in a thong, suicidal depression, delirium, anti social behaviour,
transformtion into an ugly toad, nightmares about ugly and naked fat men, STDs,
Kafka dreams or brief flashes of intelligence.
If you do feel these side effects, oh well. Sue me.
