It's THAT time of the year again. Every teenaged punk in my neighbourhood is blaring sappy love-songs out of their respective mega-horsepower surround sound stereo systems. I am being visually assaulted by all the heart-shaped balloons and balloon-shaped hearts. I'm in bang-center of a major FML-phase, and it is definitely not a "valentine thing" that's causing it.
(After a thoroughly satisfying session of Valentine-bashing, bitchy punning, and collective puke-hurling at the pink, mushy, coochie-coo plague.)
ENTER The Eternal Optimist.
TEO: Blah blah blah blah!!!... From deep inside, we all know that we need someone!
Me: Yes. A psychiatrist.
But we also make do with bartenders sometimes.
I suppose that sums up my approach to all matters of the heart. Or it did, at least. Once upon a time, I believed that love and happiness came together. Then I was convinced that happiness(the non-delusional variety) doesn't exist at all. Never thought I would see a day when I would have to choose between the two. Or an abstraction of one of the two. I don't believe that either fades away, but sometimes both are capable of turning into something barely recognizable. Behold, a tiny slice of the FML-scenario!
Incidentally, this was last year's post. Strange patterns I'm charting out here.
18 comments:
When u go to meet a psychiatrist...take me too....I just wanna know what and how can he cure the incurable illness of looove.........
:-) Someday, you will know you're wrong. And that day, you'll be happy to be proven wrong.
somewhere.. the bitterness and a want of it comes across.. doesn't it?
Itna saara Cynicism. :P Its almost overcompensatory you know :P
wont proper cynicism amount to non recognition of the whole concept..free
It's on a Sunday. At least we get to sleep in and not be dragged to the hall by mothers to be shown MNIK.
Anty u r so right....U deserve a kiss for this... Buraa na maano kiss day hai...
Heh, no hard feelings :D
I sense hostility.
It's wonderful :D
true love is just an illusion, a maya. its a wolf in sheep skin
You know, we're increasingly getting posts that mention a certain, err, someone.
I want the 411, please. :)
Somebody said this to me:
"Romance is wonderful. It is only love that wears one out."
@Arzaletta: Why would you want to cure such a thing at all?
@mgeek: I think I just crossed that line. :)
@Niti: Yes. Anger, bitterness, more anger.
I'm afraid that's what I'm made of most of the time.
@Leonardo: Mail. In a while. Sorry for the delay.
@soin: Non-recognition is usually blatantly ignorant. To question, to consider, is to draw valid inferences.
@Anty: Well, I had an exam the next day. Sweet life, this. :)
@JD: I'm a vapid, vapid thing. *glee*
@Uncommon Sense: Which is the inferences I tempt myself into drawing time and time again.
I suspect, I'm wrong. Grossly. But I'm here to explore and work my way around that.
@Srishti: In a better time and place, mon cherie... better time and place. :)
@noThiNG but "fiCUs": Wear out, or burn out. Take your pick.
I don't believe in love. So there!
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