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song lyrics are despicable flirts. they whisper in your ear, conjure up glorious images, create the illusion of an established understanding between yourself and them, and yu become convinced they belong to yu, till one fine day it dawns upon yu that they've been saying the same damn thing to every other person in the world.
[listening to: on a night like this (nocturnal mix) by kylie minogue]
[by the way i tried to say]
i got down to thinking about perhaps one of the most fundamental characteristics of love - its exclusivity. the way it can only exist between two, and does not allow for the branching out to multiple partners. which made me wonder why that exists, even. why love equals the sillouhette of a couple, no more. why a heart is perfectly symmetrical along the middle line, two equal halves on either side, and how splitting it any other way than down that line does not result in the same geometric duplicity. why jealousy is the tag-along in the buy-one-get-one-free of getting attached, natural opposition to polygamy. why possessiveness and the need to capture whole hearts and souls always come into the picture.
time perhaps. 24 hours in a day might not be enough to devote to a particular someone - dividing the limited hours among a few could prove disastrous to mind and health. but then there are those who meet rarely; those who believe in quality time rather than quantity. if every moment spent with each special someone is one that is whole-hearted and fulfiling, supposing out-of-sight-out-of-mind, why should the idea of multiple partners be rejected? segmentation of mind, that's all it takes.
ownership? mine and mine alone. so what happens to generosity in love?
maybe it's the definition of special. but then again, each special someone could be unique in their own way, different from one another, each with distinct characteristics to call their own.
maybe we just naturally like to keep our eggs in one basket. maybe it's the very nature of love itself. maybe im getting too tired of thinking.
i've got it. it's the fear of aids.
some did take a modest proposal literally.
[listening to: like a fool [tbm dj radio edit] by fantasy project]