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You're the adult here. Much more than that, and far more importantly, you're the boylover. You need to be a little bit stronger. You need to be slightly less surprised by the fact of temporality (it may affect you too!). When I do count the clock that tells the time, Shakespeare's sonnets might help you. Or maybe not. Maybe something else would help. Goethe? Rumi? Bach? Pindar? Plato? Augustine? The options are virtually limitless. But it's down to you to find the cure, my friend. Not to burden guiltless boys with your own mushy, undisciplined sentimentality. That's the worst, the absolute worst possible boylover behaviour. They don't send you to prison for it, but they jolly well should. I'm not unsympathetic. Not at all. But - Man up, for God's sake. Happy pagan new year anyway. |