Wednesday, 3 October 2012

Preaching Wine


Man was molded with emotion, and out of this comes the woman. This keeps us sane, at least in how we relate to each other. But too much of anything is chang’aa brewed with rats and pads with month. Emotion just like chang’aa blinds us at times, clouds judgment and leaves you wondering what you were doing.

Thanks to the Philippine and Latino invasion on our idiot boxes, the demand for a fantasy world by the fair ones is at an all time high. Ladies, and some men alike, get drowned in a world they want to be real. The unfortunate thing being most of us not being able to match the romance depicted- in an act- hence being termed unromantic.

This is what I think of love; Lost Opportunities Via Emotions. Opportunities being the many fish at sea. As a youthful individual, I am a laggard when it comes to relationships, and my maybe arrogant stance is because of the following:

1)      Most relationships are not bound to be lifelong and this is certain to both individuals hence it is just a form of passing time. Call it recreational if you may.
2)      The probability of a total overhaul of your social life is a certain 100 %.( unless she becomes one of the guys only with an intrusion where you have a extrusion).
3)      Midlife crisis! If you don’t have as much random, explicit, crazy fun now you’ll definitely be seeking it at fifty. My policy, that which you can legally do at twenty don’t procrastinate it till you are fifty.
4)      If cupid asks me what I did in my heydays, I’d want to correct him “you mean what and who I did” and hand him a memory chip and say “its all here”

So for now I’ll go drink with the boys, dance with any girl, get caught in compromising positions and gladly say “if you don’t want to join in, do close the door behind you.”
But this is just me. I am not tramping early relationships. Young love, I see it I respect it. But a crying shoulder when it crumbles I won’t give.

What are the chances that all I’ve said is just gibberish? High indeed. I am not discrediting myself; I just may be mistaken on love. Long-lasting Orgasms Via Emotion maybe? Sounds tempting, but that’s just my emotionally vulnerable side.

If ever I fall in my own criticism of what I have preached, then that’s a ride I will all too willingly take in a Dmax and pick her up where April left us. Only she can decipher this but just to hint, childhood crushes have a way of sticking around.

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