I have a TERRIBLE headache. Its isn't a hangover for a change. A project completion is due and I'm getting butterflies in my tummy. I'm sulking in bed, and I realize I don't have readers anymore. They exist until one day they don't. I suppose people have better things to do these days. I need to file my tax returns, and I have no effing clue how to do it. My accounts are in a terrible mess, and now I realize, in my old- school- girl- day style, I will have to do night outs and finish them off so that the boys who come to collect tax don't think bad of me. Ugh.
When I think of paying 'em taxes, it disgusts me, cos I can't even afford to pay my rent, then why on earth should I pay tax. But I guess that's the curse of living in a third world democratic economy. I hate being poor man. Its sucks.
All my friends are now either getting married or getting girlfriends/ boyfriends/ patching up with ex-es. I am trying to be normal, and do the regular thing of looking into marriage proposals. But it's still sorta not my thing.
Did you know the 'corn theory'? So it goes something like this:
So one fine day, Plato goes to Socrates and asks, "Dear S. I am curious. What's love all about?".
Socrates looks at him and says, "Plato dear, I want you to walk into a field of corn. Keep walking straight ahead and don't look back. As you go I want you to pick the tallest corn you find and bring it to me, but remember, no turning back."
So off goes Plato, and he enters the corn field. He sees a tall corn right upfront, but then thinks to himself, "Hmm...There's a good chance I'll find a taller one."
By the time he reaches the end of the field poor Plato realizes he's missed out on the tallest, and out of fear he picks up a moderately tall corn and goes back to Socrates.
Socrates asks, "Was this the tallest?".
Plato replies, "No. Not really, but since you asked me to not go back, I took this one, I was at the end of my rope already."
"Aaah my son," says Socrates. "That is Love."
The next day Plato goes back and asks S. the meaning of "marriage".
This time, once again, S asks P to go back to the corn field. Same rule as before.
"Alright", says Plato.
But Plato decides to be careful this time. He walks in and picks up pretty much the first tall corn he sees, and brings it back to Socrates.
On seeing Plato, Socrates asks, " Was this the tallest corn in the field?".
"No", says Plato. "It wasn't, but I was afraid I may go far ahead and miss out on the tallest corn, so I decided to take one moderately tall on at the start of my journey."
To this Socrates smiles and says, "Son, that is marriage."
Story ends.
This theory has been stuck in my head, so am very careful to not pick up the first corn. I'm going to have to wait. It's going to be worth it. I know.
Back to bed, with my horrible fever and runny nose. Ooooh but I got my fridge! A gift from my father, but really, I got it! Sigh. I love you Universe. I love you soo much!
When I think of paying 'em taxes, it disgusts me, cos I can't even afford to pay my rent, then why on earth should I pay tax. But I guess that's the curse of living in a third world democratic economy. I hate being poor man. Its sucks.
All my friends are now either getting married or getting girlfriends/ boyfriends/ patching up with ex-es. I am trying to be normal, and do the regular thing of looking into marriage proposals. But it's still sorta not my thing.
Did you know the 'corn theory'? So it goes something like this:
So one fine day, Plato goes to Socrates and asks, "Dear S. I am curious. What's love all about?".
Socrates looks at him and says, "Plato dear, I want you to walk into a field of corn. Keep walking straight ahead and don't look back. As you go I want you to pick the tallest corn you find and bring it to me, but remember, no turning back."
So off goes Plato, and he enters the corn field. He sees a tall corn right upfront, but then thinks to himself, "Hmm...There's a good chance I'll find a taller one."
By the time he reaches the end of the field poor Plato realizes he's missed out on the tallest, and out of fear he picks up a moderately tall corn and goes back to Socrates.
Socrates asks, "Was this the tallest?".
Plato replies, "No. Not really, but since you asked me to not go back, I took this one, I was at the end of my rope already."
"Aaah my son," says Socrates. "That is Love."
The next day Plato goes back and asks S. the meaning of "marriage".
This time, once again, S asks P to go back to the corn field. Same rule as before.
"Alright", says Plato.
But Plato decides to be careful this time. He walks in and picks up pretty much the first tall corn he sees, and brings it back to Socrates.
On seeing Plato, Socrates asks, " Was this the tallest corn in the field?".
"No", says Plato. "It wasn't, but I was afraid I may go far ahead and miss out on the tallest corn, so I decided to take one moderately tall on at the start of my journey."
To this Socrates smiles and says, "Son, that is marriage."
Story ends.
This theory has been stuck in my head, so am very careful to not pick up the first corn. I'm going to have to wait. It's going to be worth it. I know.
Back to bed, with my horrible fever and runny nose. Ooooh but I got my fridge! A gift from my father, but really, I got it! Sigh. I love you Universe. I love you soo much!
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