Sunday, January 2, 2011

Jack In a Box

Maybe that whole love thing is just a grown up version of Santa Claus, just a myth we’ve been fed since childhood so we keep buying magazines, and joining clubs, and doing therapy, and watching movies with hip-hop songs played over love montages - all in this pathetic attempt to explain why our Love Santa keeps getting caught in the chimney.” - Meg Ryan in Kate and Leopold

You're asking me to give up my freedom, my joie de vivre, for an institution that fails as often as it succeeds? Without warning you pull the rug from underneath me. Had I really become so sure of myself and the people in my inner circle that I forgot to look both ways? The last few weeks I have been in a fog perhaps putting too much focus and attention on seemingly unimportant matters. As a result I saw people and places in a dark light. Gone were all the pleasant memories. In exchange I was left with a lump of coal and a permanent reminder of a life once lived.
Maybe I had been the only clueless cast member. Continuing to go on and on about someone who never deserved a breath. More questions have been left unanswered and as the New Year begins I once again find myself returning to therapy. Life hasn’t changed much I guess.

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