1st, Aug 2011 @ 12:51 am
I like how even though I am completely aware of how inaccurate memories are, I still completely indulge in its lies. Logically, I understand how completely ridiculous this whole situation is, but I cannot tear myself from it. My current dilemma with morality has me reading Dorian Gray again; there are a number of quotes that are quite descriptive of this whole situation, but this is one that I just read that made me paused and sighed.
"We can have in life but one great experience at best, and the secret of life is to reproduce that experience as often as possible."
That is what we're trying to do, recreate the wonderful experience that we had, which was only wonderful in the first place because our memory is so deceivingly inaccurate. Except it can't happen. The more we learn about each other, the more unromantic and realistic everything becomes.
If there were no one else involved, then I guess it won't be so bad. But now I just feel stupid AND guilty. Sigh. Seriously, how did I let this happen?