Psychology.
CR: If [your girlfriend] asked you what she rates on a scale of one to ten, what would you tell her?
ZL: Eleven. Or a million.
CR: Exactly. Now inside you might think, "Hmm, in all honesty, eight." But you don't tell her she's an eight. You tell her what she wants to hear.
ZL: No, I really think of her as a million.
CR: Oh shit.
Aug 25th
Holy Gchat!
Roommate CCC: In other news, our Tuesday TV guilty pleasure: 90210 and Melrose Place, back to back.
CR: Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
CCC: "Menage a Tues" or "Tuesday is the new Humpday." Whoever the CW has on its marketing campaigns, I would like to personally shake his hand.
CR: A gentleman and a scholar penned those lines. Inspired by Homer's muses, I have no doubt.
CCC: Calliope strummed her lyre, and voila!
CR: And on the eighth day the Lord said, "Let there be trash on the telly." Lo! The CW was born.
CCC: And then he rested. On the couch. With a beer. And a bottle of nail polish.
CR: We're going straight to eternal damnation and hell fire.
CCC: Eh, I'm currently writing a blog post about Spencer and Heidi. I'm already there.
Aug 20th
A (very) abbreviated Gchat:
KSG: This is not our gender's month. I saw two girls crying on the street yesterday. We need to take our happiness back. Keep in mind how much we have changed for the better in the last couple of years and know how much we will change (and the boys we date will get cooler) in another couple of years.
CR: I really think half the problem is the fucking internet.
KSG: I know you do! It doesn't help. What do you think our parents think the problem is?
CR: None of this bullshit would happen if we didn't have Facebook and Twitter and years of photo evidence to drive us completely nuts.
KSG: I think choice poisons some. There is a great book on it: Paradox of Choices. If you had Frosted Flakes and Cheerios to choose from you'd leave pretty confident in your decision, but we you have so much info, so much to choose from, to consider, you are never satisfied with your decision.
CR: It's like we have so many options and so many ways to keep tabs on each other. It breeds false intimacy and we never really know if we're making the right decisions. Every decision has so many pros and cons that no option is truly the "right" one.
KSG: Right. That's where "ignorance is bliss" comes in.
CR: So then I drink a bottle of bourbon and throw my computer out the window.
KSG: How do we avoid this?
CR: We can't! That's the problem. We are the smart ones, and yet we have to conform. In other words, welcome to the rest of your life.
KSG: There has to be a way. We have to get comfortable with not knowing and being okay. Knowing that if our fears are confirmed, it's actually for the better to know, and we'll be okay sooner.
CR: True, but so many of our fears are based on evidence we hunt for. Like we've trained ourselves to constantly keep tabs when what we should be doing is letting go.
KSG: Or just noting without assumption, with trust and understanding. HAHAHAAHAH, is that possible!!?
CR: NO. The problem is that there will never be enough information. We get used to knowing a little...then a little more...and suddenly we're in straitjackets being loaded into the ambulance. The love ambulance. The ambulance of girl craziness.
CR: I think we could write the book about it.
KSG: Let's do it.
CR: it will be called "How To Stop Being a Google Sleuth and Save Your Love Life, One Martini and Gchat Bitchfest at a Time."
KSG: Wait, for this book do we have to be successful first?
Aug 4th