Saturday, February 6, 2010

love obssesed

yesterday was one unique Friday,people were home early,dinner was made early,kids turned in home early and even homework was done on time.

where i live the estate almost came to a standstill as everyone was glued to their screens to watch episode finale of a soap opera,"storm over paradise" even the shopkeeper made me wait as his eyes were fixated on the tiny black and white screen.truly, not even Obamas speech was given that much attention.

this got me thinking and probing.what is it people watch in this soap operas?many years down the lien we still have and perhaps watch "the bold and the beautiful" and "days of our lives".today a new soap opera commences and your right another marathon begins.

one answer shone over it all ,love,four letters that are yet to be clearly defined in human terms.i also realized how even though men hardly watch soap operas they are still caught up watching reality shows like the bachelor.

the quest and quench to find love,feel love ,experience love and define love is the new trend,in twitter terms we would say TT for trending topic.even local programming has seen itself get caught up in trying to feature 'localized soap operas.
i must add, i have observed how my mother has slowly become a fan or should i say a fanatic of nollywood,west African movies. while quite a while back she could not stand them.the answer was simple,they deviated form cultural and spiritual scripts to love triangles and love fueled drama.there has also been an amazing increase in social dating websites from religious ones to race to regional.it is quite a thriving and booming business is must say.the numbers enrolling into this websites is proof.go through magazine and newspapers and find numerous advertisements for people looking for partners. some psychologists and ordinary people have even taken advantage and started match making firms

yesterday my friends invited me for a road trip on the 14th of February, in order to fill a package of ten which was cheaper.they were four couples thus i turned the offer down saying am single and thus would make us nine and to my shock they had a hook up on stand by.we went ahead and spoke and boy oh boy dint his voice do wonders.so today i woke up and went on a social network to see how he looked like since he already had seen my pictures and i was thrown back.literally.don't get me twisted he wasn't ugly but he wasn't what i fathomed and right there my excitement for valentines was gone.another valentine-less year i bet

i have been looking into my love life for the past two ,three years and i have just realized its time to stop looking.it is not my specialty to look or it is just not the train for me to hop on and ride on.truth is the few times i have hoped on it it crushed !.my mother believes we all have someone somewhere.every many has a missing rib.but i have tried to infuse the theory that some people will end up solo.what if your rib already died at birth or even in the coarse of life before you met.what if your match got aborted .what if ?just what if? what if he is in a monestry?(laughable it is but crucial it also is)

all am trying to drive at is that at times some of us are just good by ourselves.not everyone though.we find ourselves loving other things above our comprehensions.i being the first have found myself in love with my own life that revolves around writing and music.it just occurred to me the other day that twitter has slowly replaced my best friend,there is nothing my twitter page doesn't know about me perhaps!:)

i have thus drawn a conclusion; at times we need to call of the search.not give up but just stop looking and focus on our search on other things like good friends,better career life,better spiritual life.for what is meant to meet or be will be eventually.

happy February everybody.to those in love love more,to those getting dumped,u have a shoulder,mine,to lean on.to those looking for love he/she is staring at you just reach out and finally to those of you like me,we have called of the search!cheers

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