la greene fatale

MCDCYDE EC003

Misplaced hope and blind devotion mature out of highschool crushes into something far more destructive and no one lends the tiniest bit of self-doubt.

[373 words]

inquire any dating advice and you’ll witness a witch trial burning the idea of soulmates and oneitis

the matter of factly engagement that someone you find in life is the panacea to your coupled emotional scarring of past sexual frustrations of present and the all too endearing social security of future

not that the mere idea of someone existing that you care about and feel from more than anyone else is the tragic flaw

rather the necessitious net you cast upon these willing or unwilling individuals is going to be your eventual romantic downfall

as putting them beyond a pedestal then as captain of your affectionate wellbeing able to write and expend checks that capitalize forthcoming happiness or unexpected torture

is what’s so “bad” about soulmates and oneitis

whats funny to me

is everyone the non virgin kind of accepts this already as useful advice learned by trial and fire

but everyone else still finds another way to blind both their eyes for a single heart by applying this fundamentally loving obsession to something other than a human

they fall in love with the idea next door which like any shitty religion ensures a panacea to your coupled emotional scarring of past sexual frustrations of present and the all too endearing social security of future

no it doesn’t have to be a human or even able to humorously reciprocate even your worst baffling romeo like advances

she only needs to show up on your date every two weeks offering just enough love for you to get by for a short time

and a little less for you to store away like a goodbye kiss and promise of her next adventure between your sheets

still all the while flaking on your texts in between

because if she didn’t

then all the stockpiled secured compounded interest of her previous intimacy

wouldn’t be worth anything come future

as the moment you did receive what you were placing all your perpetually gray bets toward

youd finally see it was no different than what you’d be receiving every day from her

a paper carrot on a stick smeared green with lipstick

always demanding your unexamined commitment

yet never really putting out anything more

than your own fictitious imagination