Friday, October 01, 2010

The love obcession

Growing up I was always obcessed about love. I had a rocky start in life, and so I distinctly remember being a very small kid watching Snow White on tv and thinking to myself One day someone will come and love will rescue me from this life. So I got majorly into the whole Prince Charming, "love will conquer all" sort of philosophy. Fairy tales, chick flicks, tear jerkers, sappy music, you name it! it was my life. I distincly remember passing entire afternoons lying on my bed staring at the ceiling and listening to Celine Dion. Or watching Moulin Rouge or Dirty Dancing again, and again, and again.

Then somewhere in my late teens I decided to go cold turkey. No more! Because that sort of behaviour was killing me and absorbing all my life. It was like hitting myself with a hammer. There was a great big threatning button* saying self-destruct and I kept pressing it. Over the years I said to myself, time and again: One day someone will come and then you may watch and read and listen to your love junk for as long as you like. It won't be a threat anymore.

And now the time has come. And guess what? Surprise, surprise, I don't need it. I'm not scared of it anymore - which is brilliant! - but I don't really feel like going there. Ain't that something? I'm so proud of myself...

1 comment:

Tati said...

little Manata is becoming a grown up lady!