If you've listened to radio ads you know as well as I do that cupid season is drawing near. This isn't one of those: I hate valentine's day posts, though I do, very much. This is just something that has been on my mind a lot lately. (And by 'lately' I mean since the moment I began puberty and hormones crept into my body, causing me to like and also hate boys.)
Cupid has got to be the biggest prankster of all time. He sure does have a sense of humor. He'll take his bow and arrow and aim straight at one person and take a different bow and arrow and aim at a different person. Then you wind up with this odd "love-triangle" and you get stories like Romeo and Juliet (and Paris.) I feel like the majority of the time I play the Paris, which is fine because he doesn't end up dead, but still, no one wants to be Paris.
I feel like the high school world is made up almost entirely of these love triangles. Where the boy you like likes a girl with a name like 'Flower' or 'Muffin' (or maybe that's just me). And then that girl he likes is crushing on a different boy. And that boy digs a different girl. And the cycle just goes on and on while Cupid laughs hysterically at the mess he has caused.
And who came up with the idea of having the symbol of the romance holiday be a fat baby in a diaper. With an arrow. What, in Pete's name, is romantic about that?
Cupid has got to be the biggest prankster of all time. He sure does have a sense of humor. He'll take his bow and arrow and aim straight at one person and take a different bow and arrow and aim at a different person. Then you wind up with this odd "love-triangle" and you get stories like Romeo and Juliet (and Paris.) I feel like the majority of the time I play the Paris, which is fine because he doesn't end up dead, but still, no one wants to be Paris.
I feel like the high school world is made up almost entirely of these love triangles. Where the boy you like likes a girl with a name like 'Flower' or 'Muffin' (or maybe that's just me). And then that girl he likes is crushing on a different boy. And that boy digs a different girl. And the cycle just goes on and on while Cupid laughs hysterically at the mess he has caused.
And who came up with the idea of having the symbol of the romance holiday be a fat baby in a diaper. With an arrow. What, in Pete's name, is romantic about that?
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