I have so much Avengers posts on my dash that I’m starting to feel guilty for falling asleep during the movie.

Reading sad things make me sad.

The Post.

Jokes and lame attempt at humor aside, let me be serious (this isn’t even a post about being sad, har har har).

I know it’s fictional (or is it?), but it’s really something I can’t really wrap my mind around.

If you are a being that lives significantly longer than a human, why would you fall for one?

Human lives in comparison to the lifespans of said beings are like a mere blink of an eye.

Is the pain that comes with loss really worth it?

Let’s examine the cliche “It’s better to have loved and lost than to not have loved at all.”

If you are an immortal being, imagine falling for a human (or humans, maybe since when one dies, surely another may come along).

Your partner will die. Maybe they’ll leave a child—but since your child is half human, they’ll die too. And maybe somewhere in the distant future, another human enters your life and you fall for him/her and then again, you are happy together, but only for a limited time.

Wouldn’t that be torture to have those that you love die, but you remain? Yes, you’ve had happy times, and yes they may die happily and in peace, but that doesn’t necessarily make ease the pain of losing them (again and again I might add, if there are chidren/granchildren/great grandchildren/new partners/etc involved).

Is an immortal being that has gained knowledge from countless eons of living really going to willingly fall in love with a fragile being and welcome the pain that surely comes with it?

Sounds a bit masochistic to me. Then again, being in love kind of already means you are a masochist since love equals pain.

To me, it just really doesn’t seem worth it. I really think that such a being would opt to be above such a thing. Not loving at all might seem like an empty existence, but then again, living for eternity is already empty in itself.

But what do I know I’m just a warped cynic who thinks too much.

I don’t think you guys understand how excited I am for a Zombie Apocalypse.

It is literally one of the things that gives my life meaning.

I want to erase as much of my current self as possible.

It’s all I’ve been wanting.

I just want to run away to where no one knows me so I can start over.

This is probably a pretty big offense…

but I fell asleep during the Avengers. 

And I don’t mean halfway.

I mean I fell asleep while waiting for the movie to start and I never really woke up. Fight me.

Well I did, but I kind of just fell back asleep because it was nice and cool and comfy and I could put my feet up and sink into my chair because no one was in front me.

Am I the only one who thinks about how Siamese twins conjoined at the abdomen could possibly father children—both having a different wife, by the way.

How would that even work in bed.

How

You can’t have people fall for each other in the purest and most heartwarming way and then have them find out towards the end that they’re actually blood-related siblings.

No!

Why would you do that?

The way it usually goes is that in the end, it is proven that they are’t related, which lets them have their happy ending.

I do commend this author for straying from the usual work, but at the same time, I’m slightly displeased.

It was found out near the end that they were siblings—and with the same father as well, so not even half siblings but full ones.

In the end, they are brought back together again, but they still aren’t allowed to be together, and you can see that the ending seems to be happy, but you can feel how melancholy it actually is if you give it time.

I mean they never saw each other as siblings, and now they’re together again since the guy came back after finding their father and they still can’t be together but they have to smile anyways because that’s just the right thing to do.

What even did I just read, it looked like a happy ending but it wasn’t. No amount of spluttering can do justice to my feelings about what I just read.　

I have a fascination with blood and internal organs.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not going to go out there and start disemboweling people, I’m sane enough to know that it’ll get me in serious shit.

I just really want to see a person—alive—cut up and l ook at their organs. Beating, warm, and fresh.

It just fascinates me that no matter how beautiful a person is, on the inside (literally), they’d look like a hideous, churning mess.

Whenever I think of Elizabeth Bathory, I think of all the things she’s supposedly done, such as torture hundreds to death and bathe in blood.

I’m going to be honest—I do want to do inhumane things to other people simply because of my fascination, but like I said, I know better.

I’m sane enough, so that’s one less serial killer on the Wikipedia list.

Friends: Blah blah blah Diablo blah blah blah do you play

Me: That sounds like the title to some old west movie with gunslinging Native American cowboys.　

My legs have been sore for days after I pushed myself a bit

Is this a normal thing?

Because I remember that soreness usually goes away after a day but this is pretty bad because it’s lasted for days and I limp and have to hang on to stuff when I walk.

Yes, I still jog even with sore legs, but I haven’t been pushing myself, so I don’t know why it stills hurts so much.