Stupid cupid (Love bites?)
I was at the gym today and a song came on .. Cupid’s choke-hold.. And it got me to thinking. I know, dangerous territory! But it did help to take my mind off the fact my trainer had ramped up my freaking treadmill so everything was burning (I think I even had blood pooling in my eyes, and no I am not prone to exaggeration .. much .. ) 😉
However, we were talking about cherubs with weapons, not my evil & vindictive personal trainer so I will get back to the topic you didn’t know you were waiting to read about.
Having had a few chats this week to a friend who’s going thru’ a painful break up (she thought it was love .. nuff said) 😦 I went back to times when I’d been “phased out” .. by a guy I thought I was wildly in love with..
I’ve already had a rant on this theme – about how so many men just “phase you out” as opposed to (oh the irony) manning up and ending things face to face. Stopping contact is a bit like suicide. It leaves the one left behind thinking “what the hell happened?” and worse: “What is wrong with me, that this happened .. ?”
It’s a mind fuck of monumental proportions and I suspect we’ve all had it done to us so you are probably nodding and thinking back to a time when you were in the same space as my girlfriend is right now.
Anyway this has nothing to do with cupid either.. I hate when this happens! You get some random topic in your head and think “I’ll blog it” and then you just go off some place else .. if I was one of my fave bloggers I’d embrace this lack of logic and belt out an hilariously funny post, in my case this is just gonna make me look disorganised, I know.
So back to the topic, by golly I am gonna do this!
CUPID. Rhymes with stupid. Not an original comment by a long shot but omg one I like. Cos it is stupid. There, I said it. And ya know what else?
LOVE is stupid.
I can expect the sun to rise each day. I can expect night to fall. I can expect to run out of wine when I open a bottle. I can expect to have to pay tax. Love, however is a total and utter crap shoot over which one has NO control..
Which begs the question: Why the hell do we keep on trying to find it?
It’s like a cross between the end of the rainbow and a unicorn. Magical, fabulous, wonderful – apparently. No one actually knows, cos no one else has ever found it either!
Hmm maybe I should call this blog entry: “Cynical bitch has a rant about love”?