Friday, January 24, 2014

PICTURE PERFECT

I consider it the great equalizer, the humble toilet, because we all have to sit on it, no matter how brilliant or beautiful we seem. Ah!  Don't let Mary Kay fool you; until you've seen the blemish, you have NOT seen the face. So, when you're day-dreaming, think not, who would look best beside me on the red carpet, or dancing up the aisle in our Sunday best?

 

No. Think of staring at your computer after a long day at work; you have one of those bosses skilled at calculating the speed with which subordinates scramble to 'help' her with her bag. So, understandably, you're tired – the inner tiredness that is always inversely related to the amount of meaningful work you've done that day. Now shut your eyes tight and imagine it – not being able to really look forward to going home.

 

Or an empty Saturday afternoon. No light. No Dstv. It can be scarier than not knowing where the month's rent will come from, having to sit down in a small space and discover that neither silence nor conversation is comfortable. So, let me say this; Love is not a feeling, just because there is a difference between not being in the mood to talk to someone and not being able to talk to them. But, believe me, you can go years before finding out which one you've actually got. It's the way it works when you've settled into a routine, and perfected communicating in clichés.

 

So, imagine kissing playfully. Because it's a lot easier to fake an orgasm; but a long cuddle – with meaningless chit-chat and the occasional tickle in between, falling asleep in each other's arms, waking up with the lingering memory of what you were talking about? You will struggle with that one unless you truly love her. And by that I mean you've taken the time to find out that having a bit more space for her clothes and shoes means a lot more to her than sexy lingerie. It's one of the things you only see when you're looking, only hear when you're listening; for there are people whose only way of expressing intense dissatisfaction with life is turning up the volume of the football game on TV.

 

Yes. But it is how most of us are wired, to hide our deep inner feelings and behave properly in public. So, imagine if you couldn't come home and take the mask off. Where will you breathe? I know, in this Life, there will always be roles to play and, truth be told, you may only learn how to act like a parent by experimenting with your first child. But imagine if you started calling each other 'Daddy' and 'Mummy' (to teach that child) and never stopped.

 

This thing called Love. And that's the confusion; it's not the only thing that could generate feelings. So, if you have feelings, how do you know it's Love? My sister, what can I say? In your day-dreams, wipe the make up off. And, if you can, that Yanni playing in the background? Turn it down as well.

 

For, if you KNOW that people don't smell like fried dodo in the morning, and you still want to do this; that there are habits they will struggle with all their lives; that we don't come with spaces in our hearts custom-made for anyone else; and no one is so straight-forward you could love them on cruise control. If you KNOW all this and you still want to do this, then, yes, I'll be more willing to vouch for you. But, honestly, it still wouldn't mean that much, not unless they knew it too, about your picture-perfect self.

 


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2 comments:

  1. I'd love to quote some spots that hit home the point..but...might as well lift the entire piece!
    This one is short and it's packed full!
    This thing called love...Great One( Dike) you do well!
    One of these days I would be fortunate to make it to ALS( I always plan but alas!)

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    1. Thank you, Omelogo, always, for taking the time to read and share. Truly appreciated (-:

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