“…she wonders if what she believes to be a love for the
written word is really just a fetish for stationary.” Truth.
20.12 One Day
Dex and Em, Em and Dex. I would like to punch you both in the face. I am sure your love story is familiar
to everyone, because we all remember the worst about ourselves and dwell on it,
but that is why it was impossible to root for you. You were meant to have a one-night stand when you were 20
and now you are 40 and have put a massive amount of unrealistic expectation on
one another.
Dex, you are a drunk, a mean drunk. And you take on women to try to
complete something in you that can’t be fixed. Em, you are whiney and a push over. You are mean to all of the men in your
life because they are not Dex. In
fact, you ruin everything in the hopes of being with Dex. How did that work out for ya?
We see you both once a year, and yet not much happens to
either one of you. Neither gets
better or worse, neither becomes a worthy companion for the other. Neither of you are characters I care
about or have hopes for. I know
that the Truth in life is that we take those around us for granted and put off
adventures and dreams for another day, but I am thinking that reading about you
was supposed to inspire me to not do that in my own life and it just didn’t.
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