Monogamy and Monkeys

I’ve been thinking about life, love and monogamy lately. I know that as civilized humanoids we are bound by convention to find a mate and stick with him[i]. But in truth, how realistic is this? We all know that no matter how committed we are to a relationship we are all guilty at one time or another of being attracted to other specimens. Propriety dictates that though this happens, our interactions with these ‘others’ be limited to simple ogling and nothing else. Sure, our base desires to procreate with as many people as we possibly can and thereby propagate the species in inherent in us, but now we have rules and more importantly limited budgets and we can’t just bandy our willies erm, willy nilly.

So where do we draw the line? I think we can all accept that it’s morally unjust to promise to exclusively be with one person and then not stick to the rules. But then that whole tree falling in a forest thing comes to play. What we don’t know doesn’t hurt us. So is it better to indulge in a little hanky panky on the side for the sake of maintaining the relationship? Or should we just gird our loins metaphorically and figuratively and stay frustratingly faithful? I’m sure there are plenty of people who would not even consider this as a dilemma. People who are quite happy with whoever they are with, and have no desire to blur the lines. And to them I say good on you; you obviously have something rare and special and that’s great.

But even these so called committed people, sure they maybe pure in deed but are they as pure in thought? And really, do we even need to be? We are designed to be attracted people with characteristics that we find pleasing. And we shouldn’t feel wracked with guilt every time we are. I don’t think argument can have one absolute conclusion. This is probably one we’re going to wrestle with till the asteroid hits[ii].

[i] or her, but I shall use “him” from now on since I can’t be arsed to type him/her
[ii] Of course we’re going to snuff it crushed under a giant asteroid. What was good for the dinosaurs is jolly well good for us.

Undeniable

i loved you once but I lost you then
funny how you found me again
if this is love then give me more
that’s pretty much all I’m asking for
It’s a mad mad ride
I know we’ll fight the fight
And when you say it’s crazy
I say it’s undeniable

I look in to your eyes
and melt like a well worn cliché
you love me more than the world
what else do I need you to say
the subtext is clear
I know why we’re here
and when they say it’s wrong
I say it’s undeniable

undeniable how right it feels
undeniable how much we feel
crazy in our pursuit of this
undeniable dream

keep telling each other
it is what it is
happily ever after
is not for you and me
but lets be happy one more day like this
let’s pull the covers over our heads
and if lightening strikes
i say it’s undeniable

undeniable how right it feels
undeniable how much we feel
crazy in our pursuit of this
undeniable unfathomable dream

Equilibrium

What’s that you say? It’s not easy?
Damn straight it isn’t
“I know it’s hard” they say
“I don’t know how you do it”
“I’d have gone crazy if I had to do all you do”
Well, you know what?
It IS hard
I do it because I HAVE to
And you know the funniest thing of all? I’m probably halfway there to crazy
I’m know I’m resilient, but then, so are most people
No matter what crap life throws at us, we take it, and we deal with it
Not because we want to
But because we have to
Because we’re responsible and there’s no one else standing behind you to lean against when you’re tired.
So what do you do when you Do get tired?
You make yourself forget that you are, and soldier on
Drag yourself out of bed even if you’re as sick as a dog
Because someone else’s life depends on you
You Do it
Because it needs to be done
And it goes on and on and on
Day in and day out
Till you don’t know Tuesday from your arse and the dates don’t matter
So don’t tell me you understand
Don’t tell me you know what it’s like
Because you don’t
So don’t talk
Instead
Hold me for a while
Let me feel like I still matter
That despite everything, I am a person too, and yes, I’m allowed to have a life
Yeah,
That’ll do it.

Mister Four Legs

So I once wrote a song about a bed. why, you ask? I don't know. It seemed like a good idea at the time. I must have gotten tired of the idea pretty soon though, which is why I probably never finished it. But who am I to deny you momentary meanderings of madness? So here it is, in all it's unfinished glory.

I got four legs but i can’t walk,

Want to speak but i can’t talk

I give my all but the “thank you”s go unsaid

Baby that’s ‘cause to you i’m just a bed

I support you in your time of need

Take your side in word and deed

The dust bunnies stand witness to my faith

But darling to you i’m just a bed.

CHORUS:

Chocolates on my pillow

Weeping like a willow

All the things i’ve always left unsaid

I’m crazy ‘bout you, but babe, i’m just a bed

Truth

If I wonder
and I do
when you say you love me
why would you
I stare into the truth in your eyes
and I feel it too

If you’d hold me one more time
I’d feel better for a while
then you go
as you should
and I alone
with the truth

But the reasons keep me warm
with belief I carry on
know that I
will be strong

midst the tangles
of our truth

Tales from a chicken coop; part deux

I'm getting used to my little cell in the nether regions of the building not-so-mysteriously alluded to as "SW". Since I was one of the first batch of inmates, i got to chose a cell with a view. It's a nice view too; all paddy fields and trees and other random green clumpy stuff.

So in other news, Steve Jobbs has passed. I'm more saddened that I expected to be. I'm pointedly avoiding Facebook, even more so than usual. Not quite in the mood to tolerate the illiterate spewings of lesser mortals today. (Yes, I'm in that kind of mood).

In other other news, the personal project that i unexpectedly started yesterday is going okay. So far I haven't murdered anyone or torn out my hair.

And that, folks, is the end of this unbearably boring post.

Irritable Vowel Syndrome

Dear vowel abusers,

I can't help but observe that many of you seem to be in the habit of appending multiple vowels at the end of each word in a misguided attempt to emphasize said word. For example, you add a gazzillion "e"s to the end of the word "nice" simply because you want to stress the word nice. You do realise that this bastard word you have spawned can only be pronounced as "nicey", and that too by suspending reality for a few seconds? what the hell is wrong with you people? There are other, better ways of getting attention. Jumping off a skyscraper, for one. I'm willing to bet that the view on the way down would indeed be nice.