"God damn it. I hate women. They're hypocritical bitches who love nothing more than to nag, whine, and make you feel like a jerk. I will never 'marry' another one as long as I live."
Both of which were uttered by me in one day (that one day being today). I feel EXACTLY like Duke Orsino from Shakespeare's Twelfth Night. On the one hand, I'm perfectly content with wallowing in my self-pity after my rather awkward "divorce" and my loss of faith in love:
"If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken and so die."
On the other hand, I can feel myself naturally looking for a new Olivia/Viola/WOMAN. Stupid, foolish human nature. Why do I have to be human? Why are we all so foolish and hypocritical? Why the hell does Shakespeare have to be so damn insightful?
... how many times I stared at clouds...