Desire is a funny little creature. A parasite, if you will. It burrows itself into your mind, without your consent, and flexes its power at the worst possible times. I think the word itself sneakily implies a want for something unattainable. Something you know you’re never going to get, or something you know you shouldn’t WANT to get, which, incidentally, makes you want it even more.
We have your test results, and Ms. Minnig, I’m afraid you’re suffering from an acute case of desire, in its later stages. And you can bet your bottom dollar it’s deleterious to your well being.
My will power, which has been remarkably on the rise these past few days, has reached a local maximum, and will thus begin to decrease on the interval [May 6, ?].
What do you mean I’ve been studying Calculus for too long? Take it back.
I’ve come to realize life happens when you least expect it. Who would’ve thought that mixing up directions to Jack in the Box would be so hilarious? Who would’ve thought that sitting in a car for an hour trying to identify the artist and song name would be so entertaining? Who would’ve thought a man helping me back up would make me laugh for the entire ride home?
But I felt more alive in that afternoon than I have in a long time.
I’d like to thank a handsome fellow with an umbrella who once saved my day.
3 comments:
that indeed was a fine afternoon.
not much else id rather have done.
i like you guys :D
seconded.
nice vocab word, geek.
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