I’m not sure what to write here, but the four words that title this post account for the fundamental, inescapable, aspect of human behaviour. Scratch only the itch, and nothing else. Do not eat when you are not hungry, or sleep when not tired, or drink when not thirsty… they are otherwise all uncomfortable experiences.
Scratching your arm, longer, harder, gets worse and worse when you are not itchy, right? Mind you, sex itself is unpleasant when not aroused.
Love.
*The greatest path to goodness.
*The reason for living.
Is a fucking form of scratching. It has no more meaning for those not itchy HAHA and one who pursues love when it is undesired Does Not Enjoy It. So don’t be fooled, love isn’t special.
And I do not miss the scratching for not having the itch. TM
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