What is it about Mondays I wonder? It’s a universal syndrome beyond redemption. Mondays just don’t spell right. Today, my Monday was a holiday. It started off with irritation with me reading Jerk’s post to Ranjana Malhotra and that creepy crawly feeling that I get when this lumbering turd looms in any way in my life was back again. I deleted poor Ranjana from all accounts. And then I spent the morning worrying sick that the turd might contact the police to take “serious action.” What a turd!!
And then a confrontation with Bunty. Probably I was harsher than I should have been with him but my mood had already been tempered by the Chennai’s man’s mindlessness. Perhaps, I shouldn’t be upset, angry or disappointed with anyone. We are only humans, right? Right. So we the magnificent humans are entitled to behave just how we want with our loved ones, and tag it all under that beautiful label : We are only humans.
What we humans don’t do is to accept and show love. Not on the scale that animals do. Like I told Birdie today, I wish I can just marry a dog. Its unconditional acceptance and the purity of its love is something I could live with for the rest of my life than hue-mans with their varied hues of self. Sorry, make that an amendment. I am done with men –Machines Enduring Neurosis. And I ain’t not guilty of culpable homicide one day at this rate. Also, I am going to write to Oxford dictionary and tell them that “sorry” is the most abused word in the English language. Used too often with too little care, this little 5-piece word actually believes that it can carry its weight under the sea of hurt that causes its creation. Arrogance! One word that should really carry itself on to the banned list!! I begin the vote now…
