Something.

I guess this is just something for me to vent through. Today/Tonight's topic/theme (what have you) is romance. Pure, gentle and genuine romance.

Now deep down, beneath all the furries, fursona, ponysona's, and every other -sona's, we are human. Or as a dear friend of mine would say, "hoomuns". And as such, are creatures capable of feeling, displaying and reciprocating, love. An element no other thing in this world has. Now Hooma- ...*ahem* Humans have hearts, and then they have "hearts". Aside from the meaty blood chamber with the arteries in our chests pumping blood throughout our bodies, we also have a "heart", or soul.

We also have sentience and self awareness.

What most lack is empathy, sympathy and consideration. All of which are characteristics of a loving nature.

Now...Love isn't just big gestures, financial spending or physical activities (though the physical thing does help~...) It's the little, near minute details as well.

For example: Note: I'm by NO MEANS an expert in this topic. It's just something I myself believe in.

Hair.

Yes, hair.

I've seen the extent of the...rituals for most hair stylings, and it is a very frustrating, very...VERY aggravating process. Hair pulling. Clips placed/stabbed into annoying angles, nearly piercing the scalp. Dealing with chemicals that's right on par with a napalm recipe. All for the sake of feeling good about themselves.

Ladies do this to show their confidence, creativity and most of all, to accentuate their beauty.

From a first-hand experience, I've found that when someone goes through with a new look ( highlights, layering, etc.) that is especially taxing on their nerves and someone takes notice, she is happy. Absolutely beams! More so when the one they style it for takes an appreciative look to it. A++!

But when it goes unnoticed, unappreciated...well, it just disheartens them.

........*SIGH* I absolutely hate myself right now. I hate that I this happens. I was going somewhere with this. Really, I was. Call it a venting of repressed thoughts pertaining to the fic I'm working on.

Or at least it was.

Until I lost it all. The whole monologue I had brewing in my mind; gone.

I would've deleted this, but...well, reasons I guess. Maybe someone can use what I wrote??

Anyways, back to typing. No sense in dwelling on it too much. I hate brooding/brooders and it won't help to bellyache about it now.