Don Juan as the Antithesis to Faust

Think of a tea pot, stainless steel, suspended in mid air with a clear brown stream of tea running, the steam rising off the water like ribbon curled by invisible scissors before you could ever notice. Now think of small flickering flames, maybe each the size of an elongated grape, just suspended in the air around a room. Uggggggh Baskets! I can't believe the sales our store is pulling in this year, it really is insanity. Again on the lack of tippage though, it's not ridiculous to tip someone especially when the total of your basket order is 780$ tax in, and normally that order would take 3 days but the person did it for you in 3 hrs. Right. Whining is bad, i'm just saying.... At the risk of making this ENTIRE page about my whining about love and women, I'm still going to write about it. When you have chemistry with someone, it's odd how things can't be expressed which causes so many fears on both sides of self-induced delusions, even though you know they're not really self-induced. Emotions these days are like hard alcohol. Those of any real value people dilute to crap with the orange and cranberry juices of the everyday and the commercial, while cheap malt-based knockoffs are peddled and imitated in crappy romance novels, crappy movies, etc... everywhere. It's like everyone wants to drink it straight but they jsut can't take it out of fear that the sheer reality of it would hurt too much. So again, these "valuable" emotions can only be valuable when bottled up for several years. And even if people decide to drink them straight up, they're usually shot back with no regard for flavour or body or any of the qualities intrinsic to the emotions themselves. Notice how the truest confessions tend to come out quickly and then be completely forgotten (diluted) once again? Sorry, i'm just being slightly cynical and whining. I know that I would accept and love the commercial romantic conventions that everyone blindly follows if only I were good at them. But of course, I do the smart thing. Rather than whining about my own failure or even admitting it, I throw away the system and create my own. That could, partially, explain some stuff, but even that won't do it. Whatever, I know that my system works for me, and I can't adopt other ideas unless they come to me through my own mind, I'm stubborn and refuse being told what to do. By the by for any Bach fans reading this, www.bbc.co.uk/radio/ (click on Radio 3) - Nonstop Bach until Xmas. Quite nice actually. On the brighter side, Kids rock at Christmas. I love how corporate america keeps trying to appeal to them and suck them into the whole apathetic, lack of caring, lack of passion system but every attempt just resists the strength of a child's wonder and faith in the absurd. The best expression of all that is a kid with bubble wrap, flouting the designed toy to enjoy and create a new purpose for something . :D Happy Holidays everyone, I may or may not post again be4 xmas depending on busyness.