I love you because there's something special between us that I want to cultivate.
I don't like you because there's some part of you that's annoying and I didn't know that at the time that we started to become friends.
We are best friends! Because our friendship remains steadfast even through our differences!
Look, you are really getting on my nerves. I can't believe you would do this to your best friend! What the fuck?
I love you so much. I don't know what I would do without you. You complete me... ::gag::
You are really pissing me off! You know what, I never want to speak to you again! (Anger is love disappointed. It's weird how in this point in the cycle, somebody would make such a bold wish to never speak to the person with whom they've invested so much time, especially these cyclic tribulations.)
I can't believe we fought... I love you. I really do. And I'm sorry for all the mean and nasty things I said about you over the intercom...
And then I don't know what happens at this point. Does love stablize? People say that a heatlhy relationship is not one without fights. That is, the "perfect" relationship is none at all. So, if love doesn't really settle, and anger or resentment comes back, why doesn't it just consume the two? (or three, but that will be another discussion)
There seems to be this underflowing current... Stronger than the two parties involved, such that love will indeed triumph in the end. But again, why not anger. Why not hate. Maybe, because anger is a function of love.
Anger is love dissappointed.
Take out the semantical adjective and you get...
Anger is love.
Can someone ever be angry at a subject for which they have no feelings for?
I'm trying to think. You're angry at a burgler for keying up your car...
You love your car and you love society's seemingly safe stability, and you are... Disappointed that your car had to be a victim of one of society's outliers?
You are angry at the person who killed your significant other in cold blood.
Maybe it's displaced love. You have no where or no one to whom you can channel your love. Hence, love disappointed.
I can't love my lover, so I'll just have to hate you.
I'm angry at all the popular kids, so I want to nuke them with a nuclear nuking thing.
But I love the school so much, including the pretty girl with the hair that smells like cinnamon. I just wanted to do well. But those jocks wouldn't let me. So they have to die...
Anger is love disappointed.
Anger is love.
Quite a difficult equation to follow. All I know is that I'm frequently frustrated with my friends. But I don't understand. Friends don't want to be treated this way... And yet in my defense, I somehow ask for people to treat me in some way that I justify as being friends. Such a tall order. Again, I still feel that... In the end, I'm the outlying variable in this grand equation that we call life. There will never be another me. And I'll have to spend my whole life wondering what other people are thinking. Nothing I hate more than seeing a person just work himself out with no apparent problems to the world. I have my flaws. You should have yours.
End transmission.
Posted by Mark Canlas at January 29, 2005 11:07 PM