TruBasic

LiviAnia

I’m not sure I have a romantic bone in my body. The first time I went “ah” was at an episode of Futurama. This guy gives his girlfriend this holographic horse, and says something similar to, “A million lines of TruBasic.” I learned how to program in TruBasic for school, and let me tell you—a million lines is tedious. The pretty little pony could stuff itself for all I cared. I just thought the dedication that took was cool.

Or maybe it was just male stupidity.

I told you, I’m not a romantic.

It isn’t just passion love romance I’m talking about either. I’m not big on sentiment, supernatural fascination, or the extremes of nature. The drawer marked “realist” is my friend.

Yet, logic and reason highlight facts in my mind, telling me why my belief in the concrete is just as dumb as being a romantic.

If love is just a chemical, a dopamine shot to the brain, similar stuff to what you can get in chocolate…why are people so drawn to it? People don’t just give up their life for a few extra endorphins, or whatever. So there has to be something to this love thing.

Since I’ve convinced you I’m not a romantic, there’s got to be some wonderment going on as to why I’m even writing this.

This one friend of mine is a raging romantic. Most of the time she’s pretty sensible, but you can just tell it about her—she’s waiting for someone, something, to come along and consume her. I think I’ve been hanging out with her to much, because it’s making me ponder and do that soul-searching crap.

I sure hope this isn’t that soul-searching stuff though. I mean, who wants a soul with which the only thing that can be concluded is it’s a waste of time?

Although I guess I have decided something. I’m not about to swoon over the next cute guy who walks by, or try some experiment to fall in love.

But if I find a guy who’s willing to write a million lines of TruBasic for me, he’s probably a big enough romantic he’ll never notice I’m not. Seriously, a major amount of blind love has to go into something like that. Not even guys are that stupid without some sort of outside influence.