In the Beginning.

Why does one start a blog? The answer is quite simple, to give themselves a feeling of worth. The illusion that what they have to say is important to people other than themselves. It is a grand feeling, although usually false.

In my attempts to feel more important than I actually am, I present "Almost Accurate Thinking." A blog for the sole purpose of sharing my ideas with the world, however ludicrous they may seem. to get things started I will tackle a subject that has plagued mankind since the first caveman tried to "unlock" his cave-wife.

Love.

What is Love?

Love is like an orgasm. A very difficult thing to describe unless you have been involved previously. Explaining it is (to use a rather tired analogy) like explaining sight to the blind. However, through tireless research I have come up with what I think to be a reasonably accurate comparison.

Love is like a hole. A hole filled with chocolate. The first time you fall in, it is almost on accident. And at first you are terrified. But sooner or later, you find yourself covered in sticky, delicious goodness. You couldn't be happier. You eat, and eat to your heart's content. But sooner or later, you get sick of chocolate, or maybe, chocolate gets sick of you. But for whatever reason you decide to climb out of your hole. It may be difficult, but eventually you do it. Friends may help you, the hole might even spit you out all by itself. You find yourself in a land with holes surrounding you. Why you never noticed it before escapes you, but you take note of the many holes that may be filled with any assortment of treats. Vanilla? Caramel? Ketchup covered Mac and Cheese? You will not know until you get into one. But now you have come to a problem. You don't want to just dive head first into another hole. Maybe you don't like Ketchup covered Mac and Cheese. You don't know, you've never had it. So you climb down a little ways to just, have a taste. Maybe you like it, and if you do, you jump right in. But if you do not, well you climb back out as quickly as possible. but you almost never just fall in again. You are always cautious.

This is just how I have seen love from my comfy little chair. Watching the world as it turns. But hey, what do I know. I am nothing but a blind man, trying to explain sight to people that can see.