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The ties that bind part 4
Crazy x about to embark on the trek to holiest of matrimony: who’da thunk? Amid all the homo sapiens searching to co-habit, he pulls it off with shockwaves and aplomb. News of this led to a friend asking how I felt about losing my back-up. Whoah… I backed up. I had never seen crazy x in that capacity. Back-up? Even if i was close to knocking 85, and it was very clear to me that I would in fact die a virgin, I would not consider such a thing. Now don’t misunderstand me, there is nothing wrong with the subject x, albeit the obvious and neither am I declaring that I am too good for him and his delightful psychoses.
It was just this concept of a ‘back-up’ that caused massive internal tectonic upheaval.
If it happens that in your lifes travail, the Search for Mate proves unfruitful, would you settle on an understudy?
And would you settle, period?
Lets do a little visualisation exercise; imagine yourself standing in front of a tranquil lake. Now take all the thoughts running through your mind and imagine them turning into little pebbles. Throw all of these pebbles into the lake until you’re left with nothing. Your mind is empty, a tabula rasa.
Now visualise a significant other whispering to you in the dulcet tones that go along with these misty settings, along with the mandatory sunset and the theme from Mohabbatein as soundtrack. Significant other tells you that they want to share a life with you. Said significant also elaborates on how you weren’t their first choice, that you don’t really fit into what they had envisioned their life partner profile to be, but that you’ll do anyway. Said significant takes your hand with a smile and you both walk along the gently lapping wavelets of the lakeshore that’s suddenly developed the stench of mutant fish and algae. Not so lekker neh?*
So if I can’t even stomach the thought of being served this, why would I even consider dishing it out to another?
“Backups’ …tsk tsk.
*Souf Efrican for ‘not very nice’
On VD and other things
– I’ve never been given good stuff on Valentine’s Day. In fact, I’ve never been given much of anything for this “immoral commercial event spawned from the dark recesses of the capitalistic monster” (verbatim from one of the few text messages I was sent this morning).
What I do remember receiving, however, has invariably been red, fluffy and useless. “Dip-chirr” to transliterate from the guji vernacular, disposable symbolics.
Now, though I may be in need of a hug, I’m not going to play at the bitter, acerbic single who uses a blog as a platform to get all anti-Valentine on your ass. I don’t really care much about one little day out of a whole lot of other sometimes bigger days.
– http://www.lonelyfinger.com/
I’ve always had a softspot for Marvin-from-THGTTG types, so even though I knew that I’d been suckered by a really sharp marketing strategy, I signed up to receive Lonely’s weekly thought anyway.
Dear Friend
Apparently cupid has an arrow for everyone.
But I think he hit my valentine in the head because I still haven’t even received so much as a phone call.
In fact, not even those people that make you SMS “POEM” and your initials to a number have replied to me.Valentine’s day is just another excuse for everyone to ignore me.
– Maybe our Minister Pandor could take a leaf out of his book.
– The soundtrack to today’s scene, Damien Rice’s O.
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