Here’s another RHSF comic in light of V-***.
I’m sure you know my whole stance on the whole thing. But in case you don’t, let me take you back. Way back. Back into 2008.[1. Well, this is more along the lines of my distorted, fucked up thought of the concept of love, but it pertains.]
My thoughts haven’t changed. If anything, it probably has gotten stronger. But I digress.
Sometimes the cynic in me gets overthrown by the romantic (believe it or not, I have that side of me) in me. Sometimes, the biting, “I hate everything about the concept of love” cynic gets overthrown by the cheesy, poem-writing, rose-wanting, “I’d love to get swept off my feet” romantic. It’s fucking scary. It’s like I have two people fighting inside me, and I’m just a mere shadow of myself with an identity crisis.[2. Hence, which is part of the reason for the moniker “Shadow”.] I’ve love to pick just one, but my inability to easily decide on shit has turned me into this–the cynical romantic. Talk about oxymoron. But that’s probably what makes me unique, so meh.
Anyway, this RHSF comic was created by the…guess what side?
For once, I probably don’t have to explain the story behind this one[3. Apparently, some people don’t get RHSF humor–which is understandable. My sense of humor can be a tad hard to get. I’m sorry in advance.]. Basically, in the depths of me, that’s how I feel. I’ll give you my heart, but you have to be very careful, because if you don’t, then it’ll wither and die.
So folks, even though Saturday is the…V word, remember to treat your love’s heart with care every day. Give them loads of fiber and whole grains.[4. *rimshot*] But seriously, be lucky that you have that great person with you because they might not be there, and some people won’t find that person.
That’s why there are cat ladies around. Meow.
PS: Don’t forget the contest!