Tara's Ode to Love. No Rainbows and Flowers Here. You Have Been Warned.

This is my version of the sort of sick, sappy thing that usually makes me want to vomit. I don't know why I'm doing this. I'm going to be really embarrassed after I post this.

Enjoy my embarrassment. Like the coelacanth, it's pretty rare.

So, about that love thing.

I've spent a lot of Valentine's Days being bitter and tired. It seemed like a good time for me to play the stereotype the mainstream likes to splat onto my choice in fashion.

Because the love thing can really suck. Either everybody has it and you don't, or whatever you have, it sucks.

This year it doesn't suck. What makes this year stand out is that the love thing and the best friend thing are interchangeable. Since Boyfriend-Creature and I knew each other for 16-ish years, we don't have to have any fights over what someone did in their past, or what one of us didn't tell the other, or any one of those fights that only serves to remind you that there is no such thing as unconditional love, because, sooner or later, you will be judged.

This time it is pointless to judge, because the other person could judge right back. And for once I have a person with the same sick sense of humor I have, so I can laugh about all the things I've wanted to laugh at for years.

Ah yes, the sick sense of humor. Finally, someone who likes it. Not puts up with it. Not looks down on me for it. He makes the same kind of jokes.

Just when I was thinking I was some sort of last-prince-of-Melnibone kind of person, I find someone who is not only like me, but confident enough in himself to not sneer at me because I express what he is ashamed of.

Shame is for losers, guilt is for losers, manners are for losers.

If you're Person-of-Love is embarrassed by you, they suck. Get another one. I did. He's great.

So nyah.