If Wishes Were Horses..

I’d be a mule! Haha..

Well, the title does not pertain to the content of this post, which is not very definite as of now.
Today is Valentine’s Day.
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That line has me hemming and hawing for about 5 minutes. I am what you would call an Agony Aunt in matters of the heart. A lot of friends seem to find solace in pouring their hearts out to me even if I don’t seem to have anything concrete to offer in terms of advice. This year seems to be break up season. I am not aware of a single relationship around me which is equal and balanced. It is oddly disturbing, but we always bring attention to our flaws and overlook the other person’s misgivings. At least in the beginning.

So coming back to Valentine’s day, all of us have made plans, to meet SOME one, if not THE one. The idea is to look busy and feel wanted. Love is a many splendoured thing. What it isn’t is a commodity. This is a day designed to sell you the idea that cheap cards and roses guarantee eternal love. What about those of us who are stuck in awkward relationships, those who are single or pretending to be. I think there are too many mediocre things in life and love shouldn’t be one of them. Of course, that doesn’t mean that there shouldn’t be a day dedicated to romance. It should be called Every Day. This is going to change a lot of perceptions about me, in a not-so-nice way, but no matter how often I fall on my face, I can’t help but feel ineffably moronically like a sucker for love. It is a beacon within that does not obey logic or reason.

Carpe Diem.


‘I know what you want. And I know what you need. But I'm gonna screw it up, yeah, cause I'm an idiot. And I'm your boyfriend.’
Jimmy Fallon