Writing

"Perhaps it is a sign of my unsuspected but existent jadedness and cynicism on love and beginning a dating relationship that I go home in a funk, heart questionably aflutter, and slump in my bed playing Solitaire and listening to raunchy reggaeton.

That is, I started listening to the reggaeton after I listened to some sappy love songs and decided that, no, such a compatible man doesn't exist for me, regardless of how well things went today, and so if such a man doesn't exist, I might as well lose myself in the meaningless and raucous noise of dirty dance floor music."

Surrealism, emotion, angst—an alternate, but close, world.