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The Trouble With Love ... January 10, 2006
People go away. You can't stop them. No matter how many life insurance policies you buy, your children might still think you're a bad parent, might move away as soon as they are old enough, be glad to see you finally die so they can get the payoff and dump your sack-of-shit self into the cheapest coffin money can buy. No matter how many expensive cars you lease, your peers might still consider you a total douche-bag with a face to match. Your boob job will only make them love you for so long before another, better boob job comes along to replace you. Those designer cloths you wasted half your paycheck on will NOT cause some guy to fall helplessly hopelessly in love with you. There will be no resulting whirlwind romance, no emotionally charged soundtrack as you kiss them goodbye for the last time. No rushing back into one another's arms to live happily ever after. Accept it. There is no such thing as infinite love for us finite creatures. And nothing you can buy or do will guarentee that they will love you, even for a while. Nothing. You are damned if you do, damned if you don't, so why bother? But you WILL bother. That's just the trouble.
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