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Feb 19, 2016 11:12AM
Would I be welcomed?
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Could there be a reason to which I wouldn't be able to welcome you in?
Aren't we all criminals to many crimes?
If they do what reward will they obtain?
If there are any boys, Jill, would you mind?
Is there any way my foot can forget such a slanderous, mendacious, misrepresentative, ersatz, fraudulent, and fanciful insult to its perfectly dainty size?
Who doesn't dream of men with pickup lines like "Can I buy you a book" rather than a degrading and slimy smile and then something along the lines of "Your place or mine?"Who wouldn't want a male friend on Romance Readers Reading Challenges when he probably knows all the dirty, best-experience-you'll-ever-have male POV romances?
May I ask though, do feet have feelings?
Shall I then go hunt for a male book junkie who spends his nights cuddled up with a good book and a cup of coffee dreaming about finding a woman for himself who resembles the qualities and beauty of every female protagonist in every romance book? Shall I?
So ugly feet do not have feelings?
I want that man as my hubby, but can anyone here claim beauty and badassery on par with his alpha heroines? If so, can I live through you?
How fast can procure a time travelling machine, because I'll have to ask my feet before at-home pedicures?
Isn't it not that you speak the truth but arent there a many people in this world who seek those ficional characters, heroes or heroines and not only seek but want to become them?
May I put it this way? Why would I want to be an independent baddass heroine like Dante Valentine or Revy from Black Lagoon when they're secretly broken inside? Does it make sense to prefer my own independent and sociopathic (as indicated by quiz I took when completely bored) tendencies rather than their independent come-hither danger ones? Why have an awesome and supportive lover when you can have an awesome vibrator?
Isn't it strange how we all fall in love with these badass heroines, as you named, yet in reality we back away from the idea of actually living like them in real life? So why do we think like that in the first place? Is it because we like to get lost in our imagination of living like them in the fantasical, different, unique worlds described in these novels?
How can it be strange when they're so darn lovable?Why turn to fiction if not to live a different life, even if only for a little while? If there's fantastical, different, and unique worlds to experience, how can you not get lost in them? But how can that be the only reason?
Doesn't death by bullet spray excite you? How can it be that it excites the heroines either? How is it not that they are like us, with more extreme problems than we can ever claim, but facing life's harsh realities all the same? How can you not dream of becoming someone so easy to connect to and do what rational people would do and shy away from the bullet sprays and fire-breathing men (well maybe not the latter)? How can you not despair over the prospect of your laundry bill?
Then what is the purpose of life, if you are so embedded into these fictional characters who lure you into their worlds to either drive you up the wall with rage, laugh until your hearts content or make tears fall upon your cheeks? Why can't we back away from the idea of loving them? Don't we all know that they arent real? But then why is it that we think they are? Can I not think that this is the strange idea of it all?
How can I know the purpose of life when the life I’ve lived has been so short and dreadfully boring? But at the same time, how can the point of life not be to take pleasure where and when you can while also making the best of it? Is reality not harsh with its unfair expectations? Has it not ensured that you will never do a split while shooting out a mafia den, never ram the world’s most dangerous sicko’s head out a glass window as you pump him for info and later single-handedly save your BF’s life, never have a gorgeous and nice man want you for you even if you aren’t the prettiest in the world and have repeatedly insulted him, and never be looked at by a man as anything but a walking vagina? How can it not be fun to play them?But why do you think we do not know they are not real when their lives are so patently ridiculous that it cannot be possible? If people did think they were real, then how could I not too think the idea strange?
Did they get sick of our instantaneously long passages regarding fictional characters? Or did they become frightened of the fact that we are going to become fictional characters as we know so much about them? But isn't that the fun of games? Isn't it right that we lay back, drink some coffee, read some books and question others questions?
Isn't late night chocolate, chocolate flavored? How can it be that she is only asking me, Groovy? For sure, can it not be that she is asking you too?
Are you talking about Coco-Pops cereal bars? Don't you know that it counts as morning chocolate (with a little bit of solid milk) and it is most certainly cereal flavored?
If you dared to hope, then wouldn't you become hopeful? Dare I say, isn't that a positive way to think?
There is a such thing as Coco-Pops cereal bars? How did this escape my notice? How can such hopefulness not be positive, but how can it not be anathema to a cynic such as me?
Have you never heard of them before? Aren't they sold in your country? If I am talking to a cynical human wouldn't their actions influence me and would I also become cynical?
Can you not be more right? Wouldn't one love to be cynical just for the thrill? Wouldn't they want to escape from their optimistic lifestyle for a period of time and be brave enough to form their own cynical opinions about various topics which are popularly talked about in the present time?
Have you never seen an optimistic person?
Books mentioned in this topic
The Ersatz Elevator (other topics)Changeless (other topics)
Pygmalion (other topics)




