Love… blah, blah, puke!

I haven’t written for some time.

For no other reason then I’ve been seriously swamped with the type of work lately that leaves me drained of any creative wannabe at the end of the day or over a weekend. I should be grateful.

It’s definitely not for lack of things to write about. My journey in the past few weeks has, as always, taken the most bizarre twists… Sceneries change constantly and I still get to meet new people, old friends and past lovers that leave me lying in blissful thought in the silent beauty of dawn – my favouritist time of day. I should be grateful.

I am. Very.

For most of my FaceBook friends, LOVE seems to be the flavour of the month. There are new loves, marriages and engagements (and a message that goes off in my long buried romantic soul somewhere that says I should congratulate them and say something nice) and then there are also the divorces, heartaches and loves lost (and another message that reminds me why my romantic soul remains buried).

I know that I am going to face criticism about seeming so anti-love. I even have the answers and responses ready to say I am anti-the puke stuff. What is starting to concern me, though, is that my heart doesn’t flutter as much as it used to. And flutter it would… anytime someone with beautiful eyes and an equally beautiful mind entered my space.

My feelings about relationships are moving progressively away from “for ever and ever, through sick and sin” to “that was really great, thanks… now please go home.”

Maybe I’m finally hardening up? Maybe I’m too tired from work to want to go to the effort of allowing someone to get into my space, properly? Maybe I’m just becoming too much of a realist?

But maybe (and most likely) I’m just being full of crap.

~ by Norm on October 24, 2010.