All is fair in love and war. The winner of the oxymoron award of the millennium. If any of the aforementioned events were the slightest bit fair, what would be the point in having them?? Euphoria state of mindless wanderings into a coffee house for a single shot of malt liquor. Living for the status quo but not caring to compete. And the worst part, we wouldn't even know any better. We wouldn't know that all the while living, we didn't even perform the basic act we thought was the most important part of life. And on our tombstone, years later after the subtle ending to our pathetic existence, people would stare at the dash between the dates of our inevitable births and familiar deaths. Because this symbolizes everything in between. Everything that is no different than the person shacking up in the grave next to us. Not one exciting act that would have made us the slightest bit different then every other lover and fighter. And all because we were naive enough to believe in a simplistic statement that can't even be drawn up for petty cash to pay for breakfast. And for what?? To grow a new generation of mindless drones that fight for the cause that no one bothered to learn. But, hell, all is fair in love and war, right??