A Beautiful Farce

“When you look into the past, do you remember it like the way it happened? I don’t think so, they are like scattered pieces of events. Our state of expression is not to connect those pieces of events, to make it linear. We just want it to express like the way we remember; not the way it happened. Our brains do not remember emotional memories keeping in consideration of the exact timeline, but more like an emotional relevance. I am talking to you in relation to emotional relevance, not to the relevance of time. I don’t consider me or you a historian, I consider you my love, my life, my emotional everything….”

“Emotional everything?”

“Yeah! Sort of that! Like everything my emotions speak to me, comes from you. I am to you is all about what I feel for you. And when I express something to you, I just try to recall previous similar experiences. Your existence in me is all through emotional tunnels reaching to the biggest room in the heart, where all my emotionality resides. And that’s what I call emotional everything!”

“Ahh! Room of emotionality! Can you confirm it from your mother again? Your zodiac sign is not Scorpio, it's Cancer for sure!”

“Please! What anyone says at this state is beyond zodiac signs!”

“When humans all in its existence roam around the zodiac personality types, then how can something be beyond it?”

“I just meant to say, you can’t narrow it down to zodiac things. I expressed what any other man would have experienced, towards emotional everything and its experiences without remembering the timeline!”

“I think you bring the context of emotionality to find the factor of compatibility. Or, say to a point where I was a listener could connect to your side of reality. And I say that zodiac signs make it easy for finding compatibility, without going deep into the mind-boggling intricacies of emotionality. Ultimately it's all about convincing me to get into bed”

“No! No! No! It is not always about sex, for God’s sake.”

“Ohh! How innocent! If it is not about sex, then all men I think come to a point sometime where all their emotional expressionism turns into a beautiful farce!”