Other side stretch, flat back stretch...

I had this bad fever yesterday morning, and I stayed in (bed) for most of the day until I decided I would wither my life away and got up to do something about myself. I forget what I used to wile my time away, but I do remember going out on a walk with Mash (because she promised to buy me a drink).
So I bundle up to brave the weather. I couldn't find gloves in the spur of the moment, so I put leg warmers on my hands. They were wonderful, I think I'll do that more often.
We buy drinks and sit on the sea wall, and of course Mash has to make a comment about the stars. Thank God it was something like "Wow, goddamnit, there's tons of stars." As opposed to "Amazing! Hail the almighty God! How great thou art! How small we art!" I always thought that talking about the stars was a lame plan B to fall back on when you have nothing else to say.
So then we get into bickering about how the whole "screw you" attitude toward the world is a result of sour grapes. Everyone's sour grapes about something. I mean, sure we'd all like the kind of guy who could pull off the whole piercing, intense, violently passionate and serious lover stuff, but because people don't like to feel like dreamers, they step on the dreams instead. As a result, it becomes "cheesy", just because all we've ever seen are people who TRY but can't exactly make it, at least not in the way we'd like.
So sure, now we're all realistic about the whole love and romance thing. Lack-luster and "wise". I just think it makes us, as a race, harder to love.