Relationship Overdrive

I was bored to death, still working on a presentation for a bottle of vodka, had to name a trash can for AIG, and i needed to scream my lungs out at the life i was going through.

So, last night, she sends me this SMS and i have fought with myself the whole of yesterday NOT TO CALL HER ... Anyway, the SMS was: listen to this song... BREAKAWAY... Goodnight.

WHAT THE FCUK?

Anyway, i sleep it off. In the morning, i sit on the potty and think, while grunting away the motions, why do i love her so much? Why does she love me so much? I'm only a young lad! She's at the point of getting married! Why do i fall for older women? Is it taboo? Why is amma always telling me that she's not the right woman?

Then i asked myself - Is she my stumbling stone? Who am i?

Arrghh! The mindlessness of this whole thing!

Someone I cared for put it to me: Who do you think you are? I went down the list of all the many possibilities carefully — did it twice — but couldn't find a plausible one. That was when I knew for the first time who in fact I wasn't.
- Cid Corman

(I'll probably know in the due course of time ... For now, i'll name the Trash Can)