They’re all watching us; kiss me on the bus
February 13, 2008
Objectives: six-day workweek (ugh)
Accomplishments: Survived painting class despite flimsy, substandard brushes
Music: The Replacements
Physiology: no problems
Escape velocity not realized. The Stratus takes a while to warm up in 15-degree weather.
Tomorrow represents that uniquely human celebration of love and surrender of finances to the Hallmark Corporation. Unfamiliar with the concept of love, my species has no such observances. Yet the idea overwhelms humans, both positively and negatively.
The feeling is chemical. A human in love feels renewed confidence; endorphins conceal awareness of inadequacies. The opposite occurs for a human not in love. Such humans, especially in the presence of peers in love, alternate jealous and depressing thoughts. Gordon Gekko said love is fictional, created by humans to prevent themselves from jumping out of windows. That might explain why humans not in love don’t act irrationally. They still have hope (another endearing human trait), even if they are fooling themselves. Of course, the fact Valentine’s Day occurs once per planetary revolution, rather than constantly, might have something to do with it.
