I never really questioned spaces ’til I was told to delete a space ’cause apparently there were two.

Two spaces. Two absences. Two “nothings.”

I obeyed. I saw nothing, I deleted nothing.

The world is absurd.

Now. They were careful to use that C word just one time. Then they hid it behind pretty nouns and adjectives. Come in costume, that’s what it should say, come in the most creative and most unique costume.

Oh heavens, shoot me. For this post alone, I beg you to shoot me.

Y: We were told to share our happiness. To declare that which makes our hearts skip a beat. Would others’ pain be upon my shoulders if I publicly announced how happy I am? It’s never fair to hinder one’s happiness just because someone feels unhappy. One’s not a victim if s/he feels uncomfortable because of someone’s happiness.

X: The heart cannot be taught what it must feel.

Y: The heart is not the only organ we have.

During a battle of words, one must talk. The other would listen, then air his side. With due decorum, both would settle. No flags raised, no reputation tarnished.

Less talk, less mistakes.

Not all the time.

If they’re not about you, they’re clearly not for you. I’m not saying don’t listen to them. I’m just saying put the sappiness some place else. Try the ice caps.

Spoons up to you, fellas, spoons up.