Crushed

I hate having a crush. And I love having a crush. Of course, it's a completely inappropriate and unattainable crush, but then if fulfilling the fantasy was even remotely a possibility then it wouldn't be as much fun. And torture. There's always that tiny corner of your mind that holds onto the possibility. I hate that corner. And I love that corner. When am I going to get a crush on a guy who will like me back?
Is there a day better than Valentine's Day for watching Romeo and Juliet in Shakespeare on Film class? R&J is the least romantic play in the world masquerading as the most romantic play in the world. We are all so cynical. We trashed the Zefferelli version, and sniffed at the Luhrman. I hate this holiday.