little black book

watching the movie. didnt realize how parallel that is to life.

i know for a fact -- it isn't as psychotic as the movie makes it seem. atleast, i should hope not.

but my question is: when is it too much?

when you listen to your mate's phone conversations? i think so

when you spy on someone -- that's the same thing as stalking! not cool

checking someone's voicemail? not good either.

but, let's be honest for a second. have you ever gotten so wrapped up in the need to know WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON that you slipped? checked the lover's palm pilot? went thru the pants pockets to check for mysterious phone numbers?

have you ever wanted to know what your lover really was like when your eyes weren't caressing their every feature in pure adoration and naivete?

or were you the lucky one? knew them like the back of your hand and trusted that they would never sully your comittement with illicit behaviour and questionable friendships/relationships.
did you have it so good that your loved one could stay up late, talking on the phone to the opposite sex -- or better yet, they call your house late at night, innocent and questioning your loved ones whereabouts -- and you still believe they were the ends all to be'z all. could do no wrong. dammit! that's your man (or woman) and she would never lie to you! or play you for BOBO the fool.

that said. the movie is a bit extreme. but definitely understandable. here is her guy. telling her one thing. but living a totally different life on the side which includes: ex-girlfriends (that are still in love with him), really good friends (that are girls) that are really not in love them - just still loves them, however, current had kgirlfriend has no knowledge that said relationships even exist!

and they wonder why love makes you crazy!

ed note: love isn't bad. people who don't respect love are!

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