Is It Love? Or Is It Hate?
I just have a quick question for you:
You do know there's a fine line between love and hate, don't you?
I mean, when you and I first met, I thought you were quite handsome. You were somewhat quiet and very charismatic. You were clean, well-kept and Lordie, Lordie...you sure had all the right moves. You didn't need to spend countless hours watching television. You didn't care about who's on first. You gave me your undivided attention. In fact, you spent nearly all your time anticipating my visits...you just waited for me to come to you. And I did. I did come to you. But this girl's no dummy. I realized quickly that you were a force to be reckoned with. I knew I had to keep my guard up or you would suck me right in with your charms. So I did my best to not think about you every waking minute. I busied my mind and my body and every time thoughts of you crept in, I tried my best to brush them away.
Oh, and then there's the green thing. There was a time in my life, when, admittedly, I was young, and I used to think green should be reserved only for grass and money. As I matured, however, I realized green is good for other things as well. I mean, kale, broccoli, cabbage- (and I have to admit, I have a secret crush on Kermit.) But green veggies are only good if cooked up in fatback and slathered with butter and salt, right? No. No...this wasn't good enough for you. You insisted I feed you raw, green things. Well, just for the record, I'm not stupid. It didn't take this girl long to figure it out. I could see the writing on the wall: this, no doubt, was going to be a high-maintenance relationship.
So yesterday, after just spending a few days with you, I spent a bit of quiet time trying to sort things out. I mean, do I really need the "extra baggage" of a high-maintenance relationship in my life right now? Do I need any kind of extra baggage at all? And, through the many hours of contemplation, slowly it dawned on me. Yes. Yes, I do. I need you.
But.... just a little side note: don't think you can get away with always having your way in this relationship. Don't think you are my only love interest. Don't think that I can't go eat something that's not green if I want to. I can, ya know! I can go eat a hotdog...I can go eat anything...any time I want! But-- because of you, I don't want. I mean, I want. But then I think of you, and I don't want. Damn you, Juicer. I love you. I hate you.