And...

So it was birthday party weekend. And there was the remembering of those who passed on today. And in the midst of meeting up with friends from long ago, the thoughts evoked by the events over this weekend culminated in a strong feeling of distaste at the perceived lack, and the want for more.

But still, there is the anticipation that contradicts the general antipathy towards the likes of what has inspired such. Contradictions suck. One finds it incredibly hard to decide on what is necessarily the best choice.

But perhaps they might not be as mutually exclusive as I think it to be. In fact, logically, it isn't. I guess it might be either something instinctive and visceral, or perhaps a very neglible whim I could ignore, perhaps it is ok to take a little Eve's nibble; to be the naughty boy who dips his finger into the fondue to steal a taste before dinner starts.

We'll see...