Post by emma on Feb 11, 2007 9:46:18 GMT -5
Ok, so this exalt thing...
You can see who exalted you? Like, Clover - you knew it was me and ghost? How is that working?
K is out of town now, so you can pretty much rely on me being a whinnng baby. For instance
I think that you can split the human race into two categories. One category for the people who can create that gleam in another person's eye - that sparkle that says "I love you". And then there are those who do not have what it takes to create that sparkle in someone else's eye, for instance, me. Once you are the "non-sparkle" type (perhaps I should call them "fizzles"), you get awarded the "ache" who becomes your best and closest friend, until finally you actually become the ache.
Sometimes I fool myself into thinking I have risen above and created sparkle, like in K's eyes. But, then something happens to remind me that I am a client. Nothing more ever then that. And you have to feel these feelings that you know "sparkle people" never have to feel. The life of a fizzle is not for the faint of heart.
I also think that fizzles know more about love than anyone. Because we study it. We watch and analyze every remark, every change in countenance, expression, intonation, every minute meaning of body language, every gesture and action. We watch and we sort it all out. We know all the meanings. Fizzles know how precious love is. I'm not saying sparkles are bad - I love sparkles. It's just that, you tend to really consider the value of something only when you suffer from its absence. That is natural.
You can see who exalted you? Like, Clover - you knew it was me and ghost? How is that working?
K is out of town now, so you can pretty much rely on me being a whinnng baby. For instance
I think that you can split the human race into two categories. One category for the people who can create that gleam in another person's eye - that sparkle that says "I love you". And then there are those who do not have what it takes to create that sparkle in someone else's eye, for instance, me. Once you are the "non-sparkle" type (perhaps I should call them "fizzles"), you get awarded the "ache" who becomes your best and closest friend, until finally you actually become the ache.Sometimes I fool myself into thinking I have risen above and created sparkle, like in K's eyes. But, then something happens to remind me that I am a client. Nothing more ever then that. And you have to feel these feelings that you know "sparkle people" never have to feel. The life of a fizzle is not for the faint of heart.
I also think that fizzles know more about love than anyone. Because we study it. We watch and analyze every remark, every change in countenance, expression, intonation, every minute meaning of body language, every gesture and action. We watch and we sort it all out. We know all the meanings. Fizzles know how precious love is. I'm not saying sparkles are bad - I love sparkles. It's just that, you tend to really consider the value of something only when you suffer from its absence. That is natural.
