Once upon a time, a man loved a doll.
And nobody chided or ridiculed the man because everyone who saw the doll, even those with the most cloddish of hearts, admired it for its exquisite workmanship and beauty.
But the man was unhappy for the doll would not return his love, but merely sit in her chair, her beautiful face frozen in unblemished porcelain.
And the more he wooed this creation of silk and china, the more frustrated he became with himself, for surely it was his own deep flaws that prevented the doll from returning his love.
So eschewing the love of flesh-and-blood women who offered him their hearts, after many years of self-recrimination and self-hatred the man died alone and despondent.
Yet before he drew his last breath, he entertained one rogue thought that maybe the reason the doll did not love him was not because he was deeply flawed, but simply because dolls of silk and china cannot return love.
But then, of course, it was too late.
He who has the mind to read, let him heed.
Do not ask me why I wrote this. I will deliberately lie to you.
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- 4 Mar 2015, 19:42Yeah, it was disappointing to me too. These scientists were idiots! And I was really hoping for more science fiction, less Alien horror show.
- 26 Feb 2015, 14:53I'm sorry. There were Alien films after Aliens? And then crossing over with the Predator films?
Really, you've been reading too much fanfic. ^_^ - 21 Oct 2014, 05:43Wise decision... :) If it helps any, shopping for bras is an ordeal if you ARE female, because bras are like fitted jeans - there are a zillion varieties and none of them fit. You get to search…
- 14 Oct 2014, 19:20Oh my. Poor you. ;)
- 1 Oct 2014, 16:10I would have to be in absolute total agreement with you on every point with the exception of #1. Yes, most certainly, one must be absolutely “focused”, able to battle against/tune out distractions at…
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Why didn't you write this?
If you ask me no questions, I can tell you no lies.
(Go ahead. Deliberately lie to me. I simply couldn't resist. :D)
I heard this told to me word for word over my grandparents' old Delco radio.
Interestingly, it was not plugged in at the time.
MLP's! The alien one rocks!
Thanks for the heads up. ;-)
Um ... maybe.
This is actually inspired by the plot of an old ballet called Coppelia.
There is also a song by Yes called Turn Of The Century based on such a concept.
The concept can also be applied to the poor Furry fan who wears a Krystal T-shirt everywhere he goes and loves Krystal with a passion uncontested. But that love can never be returned.
Actually it could also be applied to those who so love the cross, The Bible or any other religious symbol. But in the end they realize that paper pages and metal crosses by themselves are not capable of returning love.
It is also a concept that is somewhat applicable to myself, as I surround myself constantly with art and imagery on which I invest the bulk of my love. These things of themselves can not return love. But, as I learned recently, the love invested in human beings is also not likely to be returned. And yet I find that I am happiest and healthiest when loving, whether that love is returned or not.
The return of love is never guaranteed. Never a certainty by virtue of loving one thing or another. And I think in the end it is the man who loved most passionately who lived the more fulfilling life, rather than the man who worried to much about how much love he received.
Portrait of a man who something something something....in the Twilight Zone.