Squeakings of a Cynic

The following rhetorical declarations have a lot more to do with reality than you will ever fathom. Meandering allegations in morbid situations should not just be dismissed with that non-committal nod of the head. Martyred aspirations? Maybe.

The creative cells in a person’s brains raised to the power of infinity would not be sufficient to explain the phenomenon of a heart-break. It’s said to be brutal. I think it’s a truck-load more than that.

Pssst! One secret about heart-breaks – oddly enough, they are anything but even! True story. The vicious circle of boy-meets-girl-blah-blah-blah-they-live-happily-ever-after is passé. Nowadays it more of boy-meets-girl-blah-blah-blah-breaks-her-heart-into-a-gazillion-pieces-and-then-does-it-all-over-again. *Ouch*

Blatant Feminocracy, you allege. Well, you might not be in the wrong. Given a chance, I would rout for females always. But then, I have had my share of bitter experiences with the so-called fair species as well. At this stage of lyf, I don’t fancy trusting anyone with my feelings, let go my heart.

For now, I am going to continue mourning the loss of my peace of mind... my sanity. Maybe I might even force myself to get lost somewhere in the wilderness of my creative imagination. The tornado raging inside ought to be more sensitive than the numbness outside.

My take on the whole issue can be found in II Corinthians 6:14.
Hopefully, God is writing my love story, so at least I can blame Him when it sucks.