May the twelfth two-thousand and eight, One forty something or other AM1
My conclusions of the predicaments of Starr vs. Cormio over the past month (abt.) are fully theories of myself, S. Sora Nirbas, under the evidence of my unwritten “Study Of Attraction” with no confirmed results of scientific support. Therefore, the ending conclusion named by I are as follows: The heart has reasons that Reason cannot understand. Being against the feelings of the heart, though knowingly having reasons to want to like another, would be against the forces of nature and laws of love. 2
Prepare for the informal writings to be resumed…3
I solemnly swear under the oath of G-d that all I write here is truly coming from me, myself, and I, and not some silly dilly kooky lie to make anyone happier or sadder than another. The constant wonder of life is yet to be scientifically discovered by any earthling. (Uggghh, there I go with the formal writing.) Emotionally, each being will hopefully discover their own “wonder of life.” I’m not expecting to fall in love or find my perfect match in middle school at all. In fact, I am trying to accept that I will not ever find a perfect match, but at least somewhere close to that. As a child (or Jewish adult, under the laws of Judaism... ) at this age, it is only in my nature to have harmless crushes. This crush has not been very harmless, as I have learned over the past, eh, 4 weeks or so. As I have said over a legal amount of times, I believe that reason to love is in your brain and love is in your heart. Why and how love CAN be in your heart, I cannot explain scientifically. Poetically, love may be in your heart because of how it is that ol’ vital organ. This can be fought, because lungs are vital as well. Whenever we feel a “heartfelt” moment, don’t we absentmindedly hold our hand on our heart? Whenever we see the victim of our attraction, doesn’t our “heart skip a beat?” Whenever that victim is positive towards us, do we not feel bliss in the chambers of this magnificent organ? So how DOES our heart link to the feeling of “love” at all? And is love even accomplishable? Is it a theory or proven? Finding this out is gonna take AY LOT of studying, people, and I just finished a lot of studying for my bat mitzvah. Am I really looking forward to more? Maybe. It’s quite intriguing to figure out WHY I don’t like Starr, though I have a myriad of reasons I should. It’s quite intriguing to figure out why I do like Cormio, though I have sooooo many reasons why I shouldn’t, and good ones. Why, when Starr does all these great and romantic things, am I swooned over by Cormio smiling? How could my heart even conceive being attracted to Cormio, who makes fun of a birthday card I spend time and effort on and concededly tells his classmates that I am obsessed with him? And who boos when the DJ says, “Who’s here because they love Sabrina?! Who’s here because we care so much for Sabrina?!” Yet, past ALL of the negative attributes, I daydream simple hugs given from him? Starr’s hugs are unlimited! His acts of love are plenty! But why do they hold NOTHING compared to a crooked, Cormio smile?4
And here’s what I have to deliberate. 5
To be continued in future studies… 6
(Cause I got nothing, and it’s nearly 2:10 am.)
Author notes
Just my feelings in the early hours.
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wow. i liked this and enjoyed this very much. good luck in the contest
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AliceintheRealWorld's comment on ALLPOETRY.
This made me feel sick and nauseas, and not because it was bad but because I was proving everything you wrote :\ I know exactly how you feel and I solemnly detest it. I never got the cardiac thing either, but you're right, it's your heart that stammers and pulses even heavy with the thought of a, specific person. I as well can't comprehend reasoning into any of it, and it's humiliating and horrible and it always makes me feel sick and lonely to feel so serverely, but at least I know I'm not alone, I'd been dying to talk about it with someone who would understand what it's like to FEEL a "crush." I wrote it in a poem, it's too tiny a word, it's deranged to think that one little word could explain how horrible and wonderful you feel with the thought, and how damn sucky. I'm glad I'm not alone but I hear every word you're not saying. I also am trying to accept that I'll be alone, because it just feels that way but you will NEVER be alone. I mean that, and I feel that, there is just too much of you there, too much thought and person for the perfect person not to be able to just snatch you out of the crowd when they see how different you are, you where you're diversity like a badge and the person you need will find you because they need you too, I just know it will happen for you!
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