[BGmusic: Stormy Weather by Louis Armstrong]

Quote for the day:

“I’ve made a horrible mistake.”

- Gob, Arrested Development

Last week, I made the unpleasant discovery that the person I had deemed worthy of my bad poetry and daydreaming was, in fact… not.

See people, I have a disease.

I have pedestalectasis.  When I find someone… interesting, I have the tendency to fling them up on a pedestal and idolize idealize all their good qualities while pretending that the bad qualities aren’t really all that bad… these flaws only make them three-dimensional.  Then I find someone from film or literature to associate them to, so everything I don’t know or understand about this person is filled in and explained by their fictional counterpart’s traits and background stories.  So you can imagine what a mess I end up with when everything falls into shambles.

Eventually, [sometimes thankfully] I get a wakeup call.

Usually, it comes in the form of another girl on his arm [nuuuuuu!].  But in this case, it was… an unresolvable, intolerable clash of opinions. Taste is relative.  I get that. Good and bad taste is not, but it’s tolerable. Then there’s right and wrong taste, which is on a whole different level altogether.

Illustration:

Bad taste is tolerable: “So… you like Gokey…  *insert abrupt topic change here*”
Wrong taste is wrong: “You’re a Nazi?  Have a nice life.”

Ladies and gentlemen, I’m afraid that this was a big, glaring case of right versus wrong taste.  [No, he didn't tell me he was a Nazi but it was almost as bad, I swear.] And the sad thing is, I had been hung up on this poor schmuck for YEARS because he had *sigh* that Paul Varjak air about him.

I mean, come on.
PAUL VARJAK.

So now I am trying my best to dissasociate my ex-crush from one of my favorite films while at the same time attempting to avoid Moon River because it just makes me feel sorry for myself [avoiding Moon River is impossible - the song's everywhere].

To help me mourn and rejoice over the long-overdue death of this infatuation, I have set my eyes on Mr. Darcy.  Paul Varjak is wonderful and everything, but he’s done nothing but fuel this silly crush for years. We need some time off.

I will blame Mr. Darcy for my next crush.  Bwahahahahahahahaha.
Strong and silent types beware. Rebound powers initiate!