My feeling this evening is that single, bitter, 30-odd-year-old women should not drink half a bottle of wine alone and then assume to have reasonable expectations of love.
Well, maybe they could… but maybe they shouldn’t if they have access to the internet and actually share this with the planet. I must add to this that the “entire world” really holds a very different meaning today than it did when I was a wee girl. When the term “announce it to the whole world” was used way back then, we were all comfortable with the idea that this meant waking a few neighbours and being quietly giggled at. Now you can confidently declare yourself to be a sad arse to the entire world. Which reminds me to get back to reasonable expectations of love.
I am toying with the idea of loving somebody again.
Regardless of who the unfortunate victim will be (or indeed what I even want from this person) I think I need to decide what I want from love itself. What has love got to offer me? Feel free to pause for a moment and hum a few bars, as I am sure you are feeling the song emerging here… just like me and my bottle of merlot.
What an amazing connection I have with each and every one of the four people tallied up on the page hits counter (I am especially fond of the person who just searched for the page hits counter - you know who you are xxx).
So it must be time to begin a list.
LOVE - what’s in it for me?
- It gives me something to do
Well…I’m sure you’ll agree - not a bad result for ten minutes of soul searching. Guess it’s a work in progress.