MiNdLeSs MiSsIoNs….

In this never-ending conquest to blatantly ignore life, I have yet again sought out a new avenue in which to lull myself into a sense of false bliss. Donning my virtual gowns of silk and taffeta, I waltz my way through page by page of romantic claptrap. Nothing could be a more perfect distraction, especially for one who revels in love that doesn’t involve oneself (not out of choice, mind). The heroes are always of exceptional quality; handsome, intelligent, rich and with just the right dose of anger, jealousy and possessiveness thrown in. What more could a girl ask for? Then while i am still swooning from hero number 1’s daring rescue of his heroine, i sail off to join hero number 2 in his quest to win heroine number 2’s hand. Never leaving enough space for reality to seep inbetween the cracks, for if this unthinkable thing should occur, i would misstep in this perfectly orchestrated waltz of mine, trod upon my silken gown and collapse into a heap upon the floor of the very existence i wish to escape. I end with this, to quote a friend: “how can i mind, if there isn’t a mind to mind?”