Corn on The Cob

You see the a perception walking around with you. There is no limit to the pathos that gets generated when someone doesn't deserve to play pool. What do the sidewalks say? They say that people don't deserve to recover from their sicknesses and woes. On a dark, rainy winter evening you and her walk towards an icecream shop on a wet road illuminated by streetlights. There are so many truths and the best part of it all is that you walking with her on a rainy winter evening to eat and icecream with her is also a truth. How humiliated a guy should feel if he has to conjure up a girlfriend to talk to on social media. The reason lies a few years back and then due to that reason a few more reason gets created. The girl who had to be the muse fades away in the stark reality of survival, now only the girls who are bothered about clothes, shoes and makeup remain. It's just like the guys with videogame consoles and gadgets. Delusion with a threat of an unpleasant surprise or reality with no surprises, what should one choose? He chose reality, and he was rewarded for it. Just that the reality turned out to be way worse than he could have imagined. Pink winter evenings still exist, and he wants to walk with her and go eat a corn on the cob on a rainy winter evening, but the issue is that it's all been spoiled. There was no reason for it to get spoiled and yet it did as the world started to rot slowly. The dude with the fake internet girlfriend had expectations, the dude with the girlfriend with whom he walked the winter road had expectations too. The dude wanting to eat corn on the cob with the girl realised that it all fades away and in the end only interactions that don't reach the heart remain. It's great however that pink winters actually exist. It's a respite in this enslavement. It was a splendid world, until it was spoilt by beasts, and these beasts are worse than beasts of the wild. The job of these beasts is the least intelligent job on this planet even less intelligent than manual labour where you don't even have to use your grey matter. The dude with the imaginary girlfriend ultimately took respite in imaginary characters. The dude who used to walk with her in the pink winter evenings finally moved on and started surviving. The dude eating corn on the cob with his girl in rainy winter evenings finally realised that love stories do not last, not because they can't but because the beasts that are worse than jungle beasts take a shit on them, and then the stench of these shitted upon love stories becomes unbearable.