There are these two drinks: pink lemonade and blue raspberry. I've always drank (drunken?) pink lemonade because, well, I didn't know I could drink anything else and I didn't drink it often enough to complain, anyway.
But then. Then I had this amazingly good glass of blue raspberry. Like eerily good. I shouldn't have enjoyed drinking that as much as I did because I was so used to pink lemonade. Pink lemonade was normal. Or something. Blue raspberry was... not... it was just weird. But so, so very good.
And this glass of blue raspberry was so good that any other man who'd ever tried it had no complaints. But, see, my problem was that I wanted to be the only one drinking out of this glass (it was just that good) because it was my first glass of blue raspberry and the only glass I was interested in and I couldn't stop thinking about it, which had to mean something, right?
Just when I was somewhat (I think) close to getting this glass of blue raspberry to be mine and mine forever, this other glass showed up. And even though I was already aware of this other glass, it didn't become very interesting until
it took it's shirt off it started looking all... shiny. Yeah.
The glass of blue raspberry that I really wanted got mad at me for checking out other glasses and, therefore, began ignoring me in favor of other drinkers. The shiny glass of blue raspberry ceased being shiny and went about its merry way, unaware of what it had done.
And I... Well, I suppose my question, if anybody still has any idea what I'm talking about, is what am I supposed to do now?
Obviously this desirable glass of blue raspberry will continue to hate me should I drink either pink lemonade, my initial drink of choice, or drink other glasses of blue raspberry. But I mean, I'm not drinking out of that particular glass at the moment, so why is it
his its business? Besides, I'm not the one being difficult.
I'm going to tell you a long and complicated story that is an analogy for my life.