My heart hurts. I just found out someone I was once infatuated with (someone explain the difference between infatuation and love) is married and has a child. It's strange, feeling at all hurt by this. The wound had healed--it was just a tiny scar. If only he had been nice to me; I would have gotten to know him, really known him, and become quickly indifferent.
My forehead's hot. I think I have a fever. My face feels sunburned. It's silly to put silly people on pedestals. It's silly to put anyone on a pedestal. I won't do it anymore!
Yes I will. I am doing it. But they're all better people than that married man. I'm improving, slowly.
I hate wedding rings. I see a ring on a finger and some nerve ending in my brain begins to fire. I see "unattainable" written all over a man, and suddenly I think he's wonderful.
Who are the attainable men? Who could I actually deign to love who would ever really love me back?
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