It’s a little odd how quickly I become attached to things. It’s a kind of strange combination between parental love, friendly camaraderie, complete loathing, and admiration. What’s even funner, is that some people are coated with Teflon to me, in this regard. Some people I could care less about, but the ones I do, I get odd about. I think you knew this.
It doesn’t matter whether they’re in a book, a TV show, or a movie, I’ll feel real, often weird emotions for that person. Famous actors gone druggies make me particularly soft. Suicide is never someone’s fault, no matter what anyone has ever told you. And whether or not you’ve been told, you should know its your job to make sure no one, and I mean it, considers that as their last best option. If I know you, I’m pretty much already loving you. I’m quiet; it might not be apparent. But if you think I like, if you like you charm me, you have an enchanting smell, you think you’re amazing to my life and existence– I probably hate you. I hate a lot of real people, though, so don’t be offended.
But like I said, I attach much more quickly to fake people. TV shows are safer; plus what’s better than a friend you can watch an entire season on DVD of? I think it’s because I don’t trust easily, but trust me (ha), when I do, I won’t go anywhere. I’m kind of like a dog, only much cuter.