There's a season for everything. A season for leggings, a season for coloured eye shadows, a season for bikinis and berets and black nail polish. A season for sunbaking, a season for summer storms, a season for cold mornings and a season for stifling nights. There's a season for everything.
And just as there is a season for break-ups, there appears to be a season for hook-ups too.
I don't know if there's something in the water or if the springtime air is making people toey, but the world is going couple crazy. Every where I turn people are pairing off like animals on Noah's ark.
Two or three months ago, relationships were exploding one after another like hidden landmines, leaving wounded couples suddenly single. But it appears these fallen victims have dusted themselves off, got back on their feet and back in the game and those of us who have taken up an unsatisfyingly permanent residency in Singleton suddenly find ourselves with even more competition.
And it's hard battle out there. A battle of mind games; the constant balance of confidence and reserve, honesty and mystery, independence and desperation. And it takes one wrong step, one wrong revelation of your character, one too many stupid words and you're out. Dismissed. Sidelined as you watch the other players who've worked out how to play the game.
And it's hard battle out there. A battle of mind games; the constant balance of confidence and reserve, honesty and mystery, independence and desperation. And it takes one wrong step, one wrong revelation of your character, one too many stupid words and you're out. Dismissed. Sidelined as you watch the other players who've worked out how to play the game.
And the more you fight - for whatever it is we think we're fighting for - and the more you lose out as other people win big, the more you question everything you once liked about yourself and the more you desperately convince your negative thoughts that you're the type of person who can't be put in a box.
Attraction, lust, love - whatever label you want to put on it - isn't it all the result of a chemical reaction? A response we're physically prone to feel as a part of our human condition, only further amplified by songs and movies and romantic heroes. The need for love is inescapable. We rejoice when we've finally found it, but we're reminded each and every day we're forced to keep on looking.
But just like my occassional plunges into self pity, there is a season, turn turn turn....
(Image Credit: The Drifter and The Gypsy)
(Image Credit: The Drifter and The Gypsy)
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