Thursday, January 3, 2013

Romance

The ultimate example of poetry from my life happened last Saturday. It goes to show the universe is one big something in which everything happens for a reason and sometimes these reasons are brilliantly poetic. This doesn't mean that there's an almighty being hovering over us. Far from it. It just means we're all connected and that we are the almighty being. Everthing in life and death and in between is energy and if you know the rules of energy, you know how the universe works. I hope you can follow me...

Anyway, on to the poetic part. Here I was walking hand in hand with a fair lady whose name I won't mention -- this was on Saturday and all around us were rolling hills with heathland scrub and patches of forest -- and life was less lonely for a while, but all things in life come to an end, good and bad, especially in this season of decay. Even though I was wearing her glove on my right hand*, such romance rarely lasts long. So, on her way back in the bus, she lost the glove I had worn and that will forever mark the end of our short but happy time together, as we're not meant for each other.

This is what happens when two people meet who're looking for true love/perfection. Maybe we have seen too many romantic films. Does true love exist? Who knows. It very well could. Maybe my next date will be with a lady who's so poor, she only wears one glove, a glove she found. This is the stuff of good novels. Besides, poverty turns me on.

Not sure if this can actually be called poetic justice. That would be about sin being punished and virtue rewarded. If the losing of the glove is virtue, it's poetic justice. Maybe I'll keep you updated about this sort of stuff. However, I find Facebook not entirely a suitable place to write about my dating stuff. That's way too personal. Sometimes I hint at it, but that is as far as I'm willing to go, unless I find myself being betrothed. Me being poor and turned on by poor women, marriage won't be here anytime soon for me. Only the well-to-do marry, right?

* This says more about my hand than it says about the glove :)


-- November 27, 2012

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