Very Rude Awakenings

I was just skipping along merrily, enjoying a night of “lose your mind in rock” session and feeling very mellow really,  when i decided to make the aquaintance of someone who had a name that sounded like a pearl. Looks harmless, or so i very mistakenly thought. Firstly my pearl assumption couldn’t have been more far from the truth, the name actually belonging in some sci-fi shenanigan. That aside, my little ‘venture’ seemed to be going along nicely, finally someone who can ask me more than just my “asl”, those three letters enough to make me shudder! When suddenly, i was thrust into a conversational topic that would usually make me bolt if i am somehow unable to steer away from it after 3 minutes. Nevertheless, no trapped feeling for me this time, cool as a cucumber and as still and level minded as the sky is just before a massive storm, i valiantly tried to toss back answers to questions i had no right to be answering in the first place (due to my ignomorous status), then just when i was about to declare myself injured, fate intervened on my behalf, clearly, my valiant attempts weren’t as valiant as i had supposed.  Needless to say, the discussion was terminated but the lesson to be learned is that it’s time i took note of these rude awakenings and trade in my mindless mission for something substantial, like the bolting conversational topic. Daunting as it may seem. Deep down inside, the little voice reassures me that it will only be to my advantage.

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?”

. . . . . here i go !!!

So this is it. I’m finally embarking on this modern day new found addiction. I sit here nervous as anything, slightly apprehensive too. What if I find that I have nothing to mindlessly rattle on about?! I guess I’ll just have to deal with it then. Truth be told, I have not the slightest clue why I’ve pushed my boat off the beach where I was busy lazing in the sun, into the vast, vast blue nowhere. The boat being my thoughts and the beach being my mind and the sun… well that’s for embellishment purposes. Ha! Blue nowhere is self explanatory. Anyway, hopefully something will come of this, if not meaningful, then at least something fun.