This Is The World That We Live In
So well, I just got home from another night of beer at the usual haunt with some of my mates, and you’ll have to forgive me if I’m slightly buzzed, but every time I am, a song pops itself into my head, and I have to type out what I’m thinking off, if only to alleviate my restlessness.
So the song I’m thinking off tonight, is I think by Dave Matthews, though I can’t remember the title, I think it’s from their ‘Everyday’ album, and the song keeps playing in my head, hence today’s title. No, I can’t explain it.
There really isn’t any point to this entry, not that I’ll ever try to make a point in this blog. I’m still trying to get used to the either of different blogs for different thoughts, though I’m not too sure if all the readers understand the difference. Well, chances are, if you chanced upon this space, it means you understand the difference between Singularity Industries and Harmless? Bananas! because I do not plug this blog at all.
Not that it matters. Whether I choose to type freely or believe that I should watch my tongue. I don’t really know what any of this is for really.
I think perhaps, one of the conversations we were having today was about how do you know if ‘that’s the girl you want to marry’? While I won’t go into details, it has been plaguing me that I have not really been infatuated with anyone powerfully enough for the past three years.
Infatuation, which might be a rather dirty word in the realm of long lasting, meaningful, relationships, has actually been the enabler for me to woo girls. But, slowly, I find myself lacking that, or dare I even say, I’m not even inspired to. Infatuation’s sort of like a first step for me to understand what, or why I fancy someone. Alas, I do not really know if I’ve really progressed from there. I’m not too sure really. I think of all the things I’ve done for women in the sake of the chase, may have just boiled down to infatuation, and I do not like to use the word for the emotion, love, lightly.
Sorry if this isn’t making sense. But I’m just wrestling with my own mind right now. I think I recognise that I’ve been infatuated way more times than I’ve ever been in love, and it should sort of make me sick for such a shallow reasoning. But I also acknowledge that it’s a very critical first stage of the entire phenomena we know as a ‘relationship’. And further to that point, it’s been awhile since I’ve been oddly infatuated with someone that it makes me throw reckless abandon to the wind, and act like an utter fool.
Suddenly I feel like eating fish and chips.
Update: The song wasn’t by Dave Matthews, but The Killers. The title is as it is though.