Miss Fit's nonsense

[Miss Fit]

Love is like ordering a Big Mac at McDonald's. It's cheap, yet it's unhealthy. It's unhealthy, yet it satisfies your stomach in a way that you can't even imagine. Okay, maybe not completely like ordering a Big Mac.

When you're in Love (and I mean real love, not the bogus four-letter word that people often abuse and misuse), the world seems to revolve around him. That's right. If you still think this world revolves around you, I'm sorry to break it to you, but you ain't got a clue what Love is. When you're in love, you include him into every aspect of your life. Suddenly, rather than, 'what about me,' it's become, 'what about him.' From an invitation of you + guest to the foreseeable you + him. Whatever you do, wherever you go, you have a bold, five-letter word printed across your forehead --TAKEN. Even when you want to be single just for day, you unconsciously send out an antagonistic vibe that signals men to back off. That's fine though, because you're in Love. Who cares about other men, when you can have ONE... possible for the rest of your life. Instead of my social life, it's become our social life. Your friends sorta merge into one in an eerie, out-of-this-world kinda way and you never thought of questioning why or how the jeepers did it happen. When you're in love, you sacrifice a part of who you are. Deny it all you want, justify it any way you like, but that's what you do.

And then (and here comes the tragic part) when you finally come to your senses and realize that Love deprives you of your right to own a life, you call it quits. Finally, free atlast? -- hardly. Instead, you get the repetiive question of, "Where is he? What happened to him?" And then they give you this pathetic look as if feeling sorry for you for losing a part of yourself. Psh. Whatever. You've actually gained the part of yourself that you've lost when 'supposedly' in love. You're not the victim. They're the fools for neglecting to see how Love blinds them, deceives them, and strips them of the potential life they coud have had ... when not in Love.

I'm glad I've never fallen in love.

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[ginseng_12]

Love is like ordering a Big Mac at McDonald's. It's cheap, yet it's unhealthy. It's unhealthy, yet it satisfies your stomach ...
..... Instead, you get the repetiive question of, "Where is he? What happened to him?"
I'm glad I've never fallen in love.

I'm sorry, Miss Fit, it's ok to say love is like a Big Mac. It's unhealthy, also ok, but it's not cheap at all. I've paid a lot for the Net, stayed up late every night and spent all my paychecks to get it.
...."you get the repetive question of, "Where is he? What happened to him?"
Sorry again, Miss Fit. She has never bothered to ask such questions. If I have to go away, she'll be eager to say " take care, bye". If I get sick, she'll be happy to say " don't take it so serious, you'll soon recover!"
Is there something that really contradicts to what you said?

[Miss Fit]

It's 1:20AM on an early Wednesday morning. Her stomach rumbles, signaling her to prepare an after-midnight snack. She puts her work to an immediate halt and promptly rushes toward the kitchen. Ranch without celery, cereal without milk, oil without eggs...

"Hmm," she thought to herself, "what can I make at this hour that not only can be satisfying to the stomach, but also within a five-minute span."

"Eureeeeeka!" she proclaims as she laughs out loud, "I shall eat cookies and wash it down with warm water! Not only will that be Sanya Richards-fast (one of the fastest women in the world), but it will surely stop my stomach from the continuous growling!"

She places five cookies onto a paper plate, grabs one of her favorite eeyore mugs, washes it then rewashes it then rewashes it again (she's a hygiene-maniac) and fills it up with a mixture of cold and hot water, then she heads back to her work space and sets everything down.

She reaches for her first cookie, bites into it, let it melt inside her mouth, then lets out a sigh of relief, indicating she has fulfilled her obligations to her tummy.

She, then, reaches for her mug and takes two gulps while still focusing her eyes onto the flashing image on her laptop.

"Hmmm," she ponders, "cookies taste a bit weird tonight. Oh, whatever."

She reaches for her half-emptied (or is it half-full) mug and attempts to take another sip. As she brings the mug closer to her lips, her heart stops for a brief second.

"Whaaaaaaaat!" she yells out, while spotting a bug drowning in her lukewarm water.

There it is. A four-legged fly bathing in the cup of water that she careless drank for the past few minutes. She carefully pours out the fly, then gulps down the rest of her drink.

[Miss Fit]

Okay, so here is the scenario.

John and Jane met on a beautiful, sunny afternoon. They developed chemistry almost immediately. They were lovebirds in their own little world ... until Jane started to feel irritated with John's annoying habits, dull personality, and his inability to hold an intellectual conversation. Okay, fine. Maybe she's exaggerating, but she became aggravated with his actions.

Anywho,

After seven months of dating, Jane started to work longer hours, focused more on her youth group, and gave minimal effort in maintaining a relationship with John. A month went by with Jane continuously giving excuses after excuses on seeing John. I mean, they would see each other occasionally, but not on a daily basis. John finally was fed up with Jane's apologies and explanations so they sat down, hands off each other, and conversed.

Jane tried to justify her lack of effort with reasons upon reasons. John expressed his wistful emotions. He was in love with her -- or at least that's what she thought. Jane stated, "I'm sorry. I know this isn't fair for you. I know you deserve someone better who will give you the tender caring that your heart yearns for. I just don't deserve you."

John let out a sigh and said, "Yeah."

From that point on, they both refrained from contacting one another. It was literally "sugar you, you go; sugar me, me go."

Anyway, two/three weeks after their breakup, he hooked up with a different chick.

Jane felt cheated. How could he pour his heart out to her, saying he loved her, then go and hook up with someone else before the pain could even heal ... before she could even process the fact that they're not together anymore. Whenever Jane's friend popped the ultimate question of 'What HAPPENED?' Jane would respond with a quick 'He dumped me' answer.

Was she right? Had she been dumped? Should there be a healing period in between relationships? If so, how long should one remain single until one can start considering a new relationship?

LOVE IS A LIE.

[ThanksForTeachingMe]

"Whaaaaaaaat!" she yells out, while spotting a bug drowning in her lukewarm water.

There it is. A four-legged fly bathing in the cup of water that she careless drank for the past few minutes. She carefully pours out the fly, then gulps down the rest of her drink.

I can't believe it. Why didn't she leave off the rest of her drink? What a brave girl.

[iPropose]

There it is. A four-legged fly bathing in the cup of water that she careless drank for the past few minutes. She carefully pours out the fly, then gulps down the rest of her drink.

I'm in awe. So there exists a fly with four legs!!

[iPropose]

Okay, so here is the scenario.

Was she right? Had she been dumped? Should there be a healing period in between relationships? If so, how long should one remain single until one can start considering a new relationship?

LOVE IS A LIE.

Love is not a lie. It is the most truthful moment of your mental and emotional state at the certain period of time, up to the minute it's not love any more. They both agreed to go separate ways and thus she cannot and should not ever wonder on how or why he could move on so quickly. The healing process is entirely up to the individual to decide. For some it might take a lifetime; for some, the next day. And as far as I concern, the second that one becomes single, that person has the right to start dating and prowling the dating pool.

Love maybe a lie for your so-called "Jane" for she is not able to accept the fact that she played the major role in losing someone she "loved".

Regards,

[Miss Fit]

I can't believe it. Why didn't she leave off the rest of her drink?

I'm in awe. So there exists a fly with four legs!!

Yes, in a world of nonsense. : )

[ThanksForTeachingMe]

I'm in awe. So there exists a fly with four legs!!

Hic hic ... Miss Fit ... You made me think that a fly has four legs. I have never looked a fly through.

[ghost]

"Whaaaaaaaat!" she yells out, while spotting a bug drowning in her lukewarm water.

There it is. A four-legged fly bathing in the cup of water that she careless drank for the past few minutes. She carefully pours out the fly, then gulps down the rest of her drink.

Haahaaa. Sorry, your story make me laugh hard.
I guess you hate fly then til now, don't you?

I have a story, if it make y'all feel horrible, I'm really sorry.

When I was young as fourteen, my aunt asked me make her a milk coffee. Because that time, I seldom drank coffee and my mom was busy so I couldn't ask my mother how to make a perfect milk coffee.
I found a milk box in the " tủ đựng thức ăn ". Someone unpacked two rather big hole on it, I took milk into a glass with coffee, then I mixed them, and put some ice.
When I brougt for my aunt, she asked me did I make up by hot water, I said No. She declined to drink it. At that time, I didn't want to put them the recycle bin, so I drank it.
It was so delicious because I had made it.
I wanted more, so got the milk box to made one more glass. But milk was dry with a little milk. I got a knife and unpack the hole wider.
When I saw into the milk box...

Ááááaaaaa....!!!

T-tw-two green lizard deads. They were too big because they had drunk a lot of milk before they died. And.... when I saw them, I die, too.

This memory got me goosebumps and dont want to eat anything if I still remember two-lovely-lizard in the milk box.