We as Humans

Science.

Things become less fun as you begin to understand things. Science is calculated and often unpleasant. The weak die off and those ocean blue irises are a defect. I used to love seeing which pictures people found pretty but now I know exactly how to get the most likes using the rule of thirds and color. I can calculate how the colors will effect you before you even see the picture. I know exactly why you'll buy the one with the prettier packaging.
The phrase your heart skipped a beat has lost meaning and you seem less beautiful once I'm aware that you're just a probable result of genes. I know why grass is green and the sky is blue and what your skin is made of and why carbon is important and beauty begins to bore me once I'm aware it's only the symmetry of your face I'm attracted to and you only like my doe eyes because a primal part of you thinks of me as less of a danger because of them. I share DNA closely with seaweed and I understand that love can be broken down to a chemical equation and isn't magic. Everything stops being to special when you realize that it's probably just the result of your genes or hormones or primal programming that cause you to do or think it. Science causes understanding and destroys imagination. I find a crude fascination in it.

Two updates in a row? Shocking. I'm either on a roll or I wrote the other one months ago and I'm just deciding to post it. I either post something before I can come to hate it or months later when the hate has faded.