Having a crush is aggravating.
Imagine an emotional
state (and this won't be hard), a way that you feel about
someone you are attracted to, in which you are continually tormented with indecision (since to make a rash
decision is to break a very delicate balance), weighing up pros and
cons, suddenly aware of everything they say or do, inferring a
universe from a glance. You are constantly on edge,
thinking about the object of your desire, standing on the wrong side of
a yawning chasm of denial, misunderstanding and
rejection.
Now tell me why crushes ("love from afar") are
considered cute, desirable. True, you can stay back and think about how
great they are, how brilliant you would be together, but if you're
anything like me these thoughts will quickly be blotted out by all the
niggling little worries - what if she's
taken? What if she just laughs me off? What if she turns out to be
a bitch?
It's so much better to avoid all that, to leap in and talk to them.
Find out whether they're as mindblowingly awesome as you thought from
across the room. And if they say no, they say no, and you can walk
away, those black clouds dissipating into thin air.
But if they say yes...well, what're you complaining about?
I
have nothing to say about terrorism, apart from the fact that I was
fencing when it happened. I'd never even heard of the Twin Towers
before then. I saw Ground Zero pretty much a year to that day, and I
flew back from NYC on the aniversary. The plane was empty.