Girls are like
apples on trees. The best
ones are at the top of the tree. The
boys don’t want to reach for the good ones
because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt.
Instead, they just get the rotten apples from the ground that
aren’t as good, but easy. So the apples at the top think
something is wrong with them, when in reality, they’re
amazing. They just have to wait for the
right boy to come along,
the one who’s
brave enough
to climb
all the way
to the top
of the tree.
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I’ve never heard or seen that before…perhaps why I like it so much.
I’d just like to randomly comment, that the idea behind this article is melodramatic and ridiculous.
Certainly there is such thing as “quality of experience” which can be defined by how much one enjoys one’s existence (expectations relative to experience relative to goals, or something along those lines…) – but it’s simply too funny, absurd and ridiculous to imagine a “you’re supposed to get this” or “you’re supposed to get that” fairytale. Indeed write as many poems as you like, but the whole idea that poems are somehow a description of life dates back to the eighteenth century, when selfish solipsistic whiners originally decided that physics didn’t comply with their masturbatory outlook on love and life. Many – MANY – and some with high-level academic credentials indeed – can repeat this mantra, but for all the crying of a planet’s worth of biomass, we’re still all numbers with an efficiency ratio in the vast flow of evolution – no more, no less, than the insect that just flew by.