It's a funny thing about the modern world. You hear girls in the toilets of clubs saying$$$ "Yeah$$$ he fucked off and left me. He didn't love me. He just couldn't deal with love. He was too fucked up to know how to love me." Now$$$ how did that happen? What was it about this unlovable century that convinced us we were$$$ despite everything$$$ eminently lovable as a people$$$ as a species? What made us think that anyone who fails to love us is damaged$$$ lacking$$$ malfunctioning in some way? And particularly if they replace us with a god$$$ or a weeping madonna$$$ or the face of Christ in a ciabatta roll---then we call them crazy. Deluded. Regressive. We are so convinced of the goodness of ourselves$$$ and the goodness of our love$$$ we cannot bear to believe that there might be something more worthy of love than us$$$ more worthy of worship. Greeting cards routinely tell us everybody deserves love. No. Everybody deserves clean water. Not everybody deserves love all the time.
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