Pineapples on pizza are like red wine with soles of the fishy kind: it's an evil too big to be given a name. So fuck Hawaii. Carl, please take note of the fact that I'm not trying to say anything against your all-systems-go (out of commission) theory: they do indeed, but they need not be replaced with disgusting things. Normally when they go is because they're found to be disgusting in the first place. You can see my point.
Let's talk about love now. About the fluffy nerd quip, I want to say that all nerds are ultimately fluffy. They're bound to become oversensitive, living in the relative darkness of their computer rooms, and probably if they hadn't been easily hurt wouldn't have locked themselves in from the start.
As the saying goes, when rejected all nerds ask themselves: how come? I'm dependable, sweet, kind, attentive, low-risk, a good listener, and smart. The answer is: yes, all true and good, but you're a nerd.
This coming from someone who managed to write half a page of very heartfelt tech explanations about the use of a little-known FTP gimmick at work today. I also wanted to conclude the walkthrough with a corny phrase, but that was because of who was asking, not because FTP really stands for Fluffy Transmission Protocol.
Which brings us to neglect. We get it because we're unlucky and finally we prefer it to the obvious alternative. If I really just wanted to be taken care of, and not in the shoot-me sense of the phrase, I'd pick different people as objects of my affections. Until we're ready to accept the people who actually want to take care of us as partners, we're going to be neglected, barring the very lucky case of reciprocation (once in ages); and if we don't change our ways, that's because the pain of neglect after all is more bearable than being cared for by someone we don't want. Good old axiom of revealed preferences. Never fails to deliver.
