Apology

Note: the author is not responsible for broken relationships, injury, or death caused by following this guide.

RTFM

Probably quite an old joke… and probably only people who used Linux will get it.

BTW, Googling “man love” (with quotes) will give you some results, but not the kind expected as in this comic.

Undesirable

Do Not Attempt to Escape

Once you’re in the abyss, do not attempt to escape. Attempting to do so will only put you deeper in the abyss.

Stuck

Welcome to the Abyss

The adventure in the abyss starts…

In case you were wondering about the lag time between the last comic and this: I was on holiday for 2 weeks, and needed another 2 weeks to recover from the holiday.

Jumping Ladders

No matter how easy, how tempting it is, think carefully before attempting to jump ladders… It might not work.

The Truth…

… about what people think about relationships with pilots.

Plenty of Fish…

Inspired by tstar and xkcd.

Life’s Scars

Feeling quite sucky now, because time and again, we hurt each other. No matter that the relationship has been over for 10 months now.

I myself, have not been a very good ex-boyfriend. I admit that I’m not good in hiding my emotions. I admit that I’m not patient enough. I admit that I’m not mature enough to accept that there is logically nothing wrong that they both do, and that we can’t force who people choose to love.

I hope that I won’t get to have any more ex-girlfriends to hurt anymore.

Hopes,
hendri

Life’s Scars
by: Ella Wheeler Wilcox

They say the world is round, and yet
I often think it square,
So many little hurts we get
From comers here and there.
But one great truth in life I’ve found,
While journeying to the West-
The only folks who really wound
Are those we love the best.

The man you thoroughly despise
Can rouse your wrath, ’tis true
Annoyance in your heart will rise
At things mere strangers do
But those are only passing ills
This rule all lives will prove
The rankling wound which aches and thrills
Is dealt by hands we love.

The choicest garb, the sweetest grace,
Are oft to strangers shown
The careless mien, the frowning face,
Are given to our own.
We flatter those we scarcely know,
We please the fleeting guest,
And deal full many a thoughtless blow
To those who love us best.

Love does not grow on every tree,
Nor true hearts yearly bloom.
Alas for those who only see
This cut across a tomb!
But soon or late, the fact grows plain
To all through sorrow’s test:
The only folks who give us pain
Are those we love the best