I did something bad once, but it was that special kind of bad where you can't really grasp how bad it was until years afterwards when you retell the story to a crowd of stunned and disgusted friends.
Ladies and gentlemen, I was in a love cube.
A love cube is like a love triangle, except way more complicated and messy. Where a love triangle concerns three people -- like three corners of a triangle -- a love cube concerns four. My few months involved in one rocked my world... but not in a fun way.
What the hell's a love cube?
I know what you're thinking: there are far more corners in a cube than four! Especially if it's one of those cubes you draw on scrap paper while not paying attention in geometry. This is true. Those extra corners represent the people you become when you're involved in such a heinous activity. All the extra space in the middle of the cube? That represents the air of anxiety, distrust, and hatred created when involved in a love cube.
Who was in this cube?
This can get Inception-style confusing, so pay close attention.