It's bad when the two of you are each just a half of a person. You find out that addition can work out in this weird, dysfunctional manner, like that first day when your Pre-Algebra teacher told you that you could subtract 2 from 1. You cling long after you've stopped wanting to.

Even if you're both a whole 1 on your own, it doesn't always work out. You can be 1+1 for a while, and it's nice having that complement, but most of the time, you both figure out that you were more comfortable as the midpoint of 0 and 2.

It's the ones that are slightly more than a whole, the 1.2's, 1.5's and 1.6667's that have a slightly larger portion of life; these are the ones that are the neediest. Because that extra taste that they have makes them ravenous. When they get together, what's created is the stories and situations that make others cringe outwardly and burn inwardly-- after people like these meld, we wish we could have a fraction of what they have left over.

That sequence of words I just typed out finishes at this: there's this girl that I miss. She's a bajillion.

-p5.

(shouldn't be too hard to figure out which Shel Silverstein book I read again today)

Recent entries:
2005-10-02 - still gone
2005-02-03 - We've moved!
2005-01-30 - I'll take a #3 please
2005-01-26 - The Matrix Has You
2005-01-26 - Lowered standards.