On one hand, I'm becoming a vaguely cynical, confrontational and unapologetic person. I find myself progressively more unwilling to censor myself for the sake of overall peace. This suits me just fine.
On the other hand, I'm invoking a fictional gay man-whore.
Actually, neither of these things are bad, now that I think about it. But it makes me wonder exactly what my life has come to if I'm running around with, "You're the only one you need, you're the only one you've got," running through my head.
And it was even more disturbing when the stack of exchange diaries from my students (which are private between me and them) came in after Valentine's day blathering about adolescent romance resplendent in all it's nausea-inducing optimism and the first thing I thought was, "Love is something that straight people tell themselves they're in, so they can get laid. And they end up hurting each other, because it was all based on lies to begin with."
Which is particularly ridiculous as I identify as straight. *eyeroll*
I just need to procure the first season or two of QAF already so Brian Kinney can get out of my head, and back onto my screen where he belongs, dammit.