Verbal nicotine or just more garbage.

Oh, hello again. Well, as I was searching through the mazelike corridors of cyber-space, I eventually found myself at a chat centre through sheer boredom of it all. Likely and foolishly was it my belief that people actually spoke on a chat server, but as to my surprising dissapointment, all things revolved around a single topic which had unfortunately been so played out of context that I could hardly believe it to still be the main choice of interest. Sex, dear ones... In art, all that could be discussed was centred around being a nude model. In emotional support, faultering sexual interest in relationships was the key choice of conversation. And in communities? As you guessed, it was filled with all those souls who are wading waist high in their own hormones. Tell me, where are the traditions of romance these days? Are flowers not a symbol of virtuous love and devotion? Are they merely another tool to reach the rubbing of naughty bits together? Give me a good cup of tea and a nice conversation anyday, moving to more sensuous matters with the culmination of a good friendship. Crazy, you say? Well, that sort of crazy is what keeps ethics alive, friends. It is the flawed reasoning of us that keep the ideas of courtship and the gentleman's way in tact. Tact, dear visitors, is something I wish more people would use with honest intention and word. With a hearty dose of my benediction, I wish you all a pleasant *insert this time period later* until next time.