My dear and lovely sister, Erato came by to see me the other night.
The silly girl had, once again, fallen in love. Only this time it was to another LJer, heman.
In truth, Erato isn't known for her common sense and she constantly is letting things of emotion get out of control. She told me that she's been reading heman's journal from afar and has quickly fallen for the muscle-bound lug. Of course, heman has no clue what his journal may have set off and he lives in blissful ignorance of my sister's hormone-crazy fantasies.
She came to me to get my advice on how to first approach heman. *snort* Like I would help her diluted dreams.
I sat her down and confidently started lecturing her.
"Are you immortal?" I asked her.
"Duh, Sis. So are you." she snorted back at me with a laugh and a roll of her eyes.
"And who else do you know who is immortal?" I continued to question her.
"Umm... zeus_dot_com, hera_dot_com, aphroditedotcom, echo_dot_com, hermes_dot_come, ares_dot_com, eros_dot_com, god_dot_com, satan_dot_com, psyche_dot_com, apollo_dot_com, pan_dot_com, bacchus_dot_com, athena_dot_com, bob_dot_com..."
I cut her off. "Right. And how many of them are happy in love? How many of them obey their marriage vows? How many of them fell in love and married without difficulty? How many of them just got their hearts torn to pieces by someone they supposedly loved?"
Erato started to answer but stopped short. I could see that she was processing this information.
"Immortals are not good lovers. We're immortal and we tend to get bored with other companions, whoever they may be. No matter how much we love a person, we aren't consistent enough to love for eternity."
Now she really did look heart-broken. "I just want someone to love me unconditionally!" she whined through trembling lips.
And I reached down and grabbed the mass of fluff that had been rubbing against my legs the entire night and handed it to Erato.
"Here," I said. "His name is Jett. This cat needs a home."