Romance.

This has become somewhat of a parody.
The wistful windings of human contemplation belittled by the tone of angst: long past its expiration, and self-deprecation (now so tedious).

What general musings and specifics can I offer?
I have no grand insight into human functioning. At least, I have no mutuality.
Internet 2.0 has mechanised human thought and emotion. Interaction now seems so repugnant and monotonous that I can barely muster the energy to wake up in the bitterly cold mornings. Instead, I'd rather fall back into the potential of an unconscious universe where the possibilities are seemingly endless and time is obsolete.

It seems I have nothing but cynicism left.
We do, as adults, discuss the fairytales that never came to fruition. The backhand of adulthood knocks those youthful ideals straight from our head down to our feet.

I am a part of a world (not by much choice) where the important questions that orbit the 'community' are:
"How big is your cock?"
"Are you a top or a bottom?"
And if you're fortunate enough, "Do you have a condom?".

If romance isn't dead, then it's doing a mighty fine job at hiding.

There appears to be no remedy for the opinion of this lifestyle.
Celibacy is becoming a medicated state of mind and nothing changes.

I heard yet another story from a middle-aged man, that after 8 years his partner rushed to fetch the mail. Enclosed were HIV results - he was positive. He'd cheated 4 times. They haven't been in touch for 3 years now.

It feels as though there is no value or weight allotted to the worth of the heart. And if hearts are worthless, why bother having one?