There are some people who I absolutly love to talk to. Our conversations are very engaging, we tell funny stories, we laugh, we joke around, we talk about serious things, and serious problems. It's excellent.
It doesn't make sense! It's like I was written into an epic Greek tragedy - letting irony insue and take over the entire moral and narrative of the fucking story.
How can someone who is SO against something be the victim of it, on what seems, a constant basis? It doesn't make sense.