There is no THE ONE

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Get a grip. There is no The One. All there is are meaningless lies told in a fit of passion and lust. Its all about pheremones. You convince yourself that you actually KNOW someone on some deeper spiritual level. When in fact all you really know is that consciously or subconsciously you like the odor they emit. And then you get to know about all their nasty habits. The way they leave ice cream boxes on the counter with the spoon in em. The way they have to shake their flacid dripping penis EXACTLY four times before tucking it back in their too tight pants. The way they pick their nose when they think you aren't looking, then self consciously claim they were "just scratching". The way the hair on their ass gets rolled into little tanngled balls from walking in leather pants. The way they tell the same pathetic jokes over and over to every new person they meet. The way they lie and cheat.