Thoughts

There are too many things going on in my mind, but the most prevalent is about the play I saw last night. I've seen it before, but it was two years ago. And having seen the play again last night brought with it familiar memories that I have long since buried. And some new ones too. With this I'd like to share the introduction to the play last night that Mr. Pagsi delivered, and was taken from Neil Gaiman:

Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like 'maybe we should just be friends' or 'how very perceptive' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.

I want to say that the intro pretty much covers what I want to communicate to everyone.. unfortunately it isn't. There is an aspect that is somehow different. Yes, I do hate love for the pain it brings, but how could I hate it for the other things it bestows - like love itself. I'm just a stupid person with a stupid heart that can't seem to get enough of being hurt.