Apocalypse Now

I'm pretty sure the end of the world is near when The Player has a steady boyfriend and The Romantic is dancing on the border of playing. Let it be known that playing is not my choice, it's sometimes an accident and only done if romance is not available. It's called pseudo-loving. A false representation of love that I can intentionally misconstrue and try to make appear to be love when in reality, it's so far from it. I dabble in pseudo-love with full understanding that it is not what I want it to be. Strangely enough, it still hurts me sometimes. This is why The Romantic sucks at playing!! She dips her toe in it and then nearly cries about it later when it didn't turn out to be what she really wanted in her heart. Bah, I should boycott pseudo-love, but when it's all one's got, it's something. Always better than nothing. On the bright side, The Player is elated, on some foreign cloud and talking in a language I understand but never thought she spoke. Three cheers for elation!