Act
IV
DISGUST
(And
the strange desire to eat everything in
sight,
hide in your room, and watch old Gidget
movies
with friends from high school.)
Now comes that unavoidable time when you say to anyone who will listen:
What the heck am I doing, anyway?
If it’s a person you love, first you hate only their
foulest inadequacies, then you start hating their good points as well.
If it’s running you love, you start to
hate hills, sidewalks, and bad weather, and soon anything that slightly
resembles a bump, concrete, or a
small breeze.
I can’t believe I ever said I felt this way, I must have been dreaming!
Wait, this is no
dream, this is a film noir movie,
and
one
of those really dark one’s, too. I mean, this is love? This is what
they tell you about when you’re 11 and naive? Or 32 and more naive?
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