Forget everything I said yesterday. Because I went out today and I spent $140 on Artwork for my teeny apartment--that no one visits enough to appreciate it--and $15 on lunch, all these on myself, not a stitch for anyone else. This spendthrift nature of mine needs a cure. I wonder how rich people can contain themselves.
My sister is accompanying me to see Something's Gotta Give next week Friday. She said she would meet me after work and we'll do the movie and dinner thing together. I don't mind it, but I hate watching Keanu movies with my sister (or with anyone else for that matter). Then, she will start to ask the question that I avoid everyday: Why do you like this man? A question I have asked myself one too many times every time I sit here and always have to type an entry about him or that relates to him somewhat. She would frame it so inncently: I don't get it, so what do you see in this guy?
Then, I would have to ask myself seriously as opposed to casually which I do every day, what the motives or inspiration is for this unfounded, one-sided admiration. It just puts a mirror and a discerning eye to what I am going through, and sometimes I want that mirror and sometimes I am content living in oblivion. Then, in my lack of a reasonable answer, I just might say: Because he is a good person, inside and out. At least the side I know of him except if he chops up women in his basement or has a deep dark secret (a la MJ) then I would be put aback, but for now, he is a good person and it makes him beautiful to me, and that beauty keeps me hooked on him day and night without any reprieve. Now, can we go have dinner now?
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