On the note (on writers)…

That writing... Seems a bit psychotic to me.

That writing… Seems a bit psychotic to me.

To fall or not to fall for a reader/writer?

I was browsing the Interwebs just to pass the evening time when I realized my usual Gchat status — the supposedly anonymous quote, “If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die” — had mysteriously erased itself from my Gmail profile. Determined to find the exact quote again (before remembering that Gchat usually saves your old status messages, duh), I did a quick Google search to find the entire write-up surrounding said quote (found in previous entry), as well as the three write-ups copied and pasted below for this entry.

Naturally, the first thing I did after reading the “If a writer falls in love with you…” (and feeling like so many of its points spoke to my own soul) blurb was to send it to Boy, who immediately responded with the following:

Boy: man that is terrible
“Or they might sleep right through the alarm and forget to get you up for work. Or call you home from work to kill a spider. Or refuse to speak to you after finding out you’ve never seen To Kill A Mockingbird. Or spend the last of the rent money on five kinds of soap”
yeaa that is absolutely terrible
Me: bah.
Boy: too much of a hipster post for me
i think you need some fresh air

Clearly, the posts making the case for the ubiquitous you to date a writer backfire by virtue of their own romanticism and the failure to realize that being romantic to make the case for romanticism proves severely counterproductive. Ironically, even the arguments made against dating writers… well, I don’t know. They’re written by writers too. You can’t say they don’t also require a certain bit of that writer otherworldliness (read: untouchable bubble of thought, or just being completely incomprehensible) and romanticism to fully comprehend.

Just my musings. Read on if you wish/must.
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Apologies and a borrowed blurb on writers

My apologies for being so absent lately. House hunting in Manhattan has eaten up all of my free time, and even now that I’ve finally found new digs, I still want to cry.

Nonetheless, I felt I should add at least a little something to the blog, to stall for now. No worries however! My next story is in the works and shall involve Epik High.

epikhigh

But for today…

What happens if you fall in love with a writer?
(Borrowed from KarenFellOutofBedAgain — sorry, I have no idea what the official title of this Tumblr is nor whether this person is even the original author of the content below — Tumblr)

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