LOVE AND OTHER PSYCHOACTIVE SUBSTANCES: SERIES TWO

How's the laundry coming?

In this latest installment, we delve even deeper... If you missed the first installment, find them here

5. YOU’RE PLAYING A DANGEROUS GAME…

… by overly “chuking” mouth in that other person’s relationship. There’s an extent to which it is allowed that you get involved in someone else’s relationship. There’s a line you shouldn’t cross. Every, I repeat, every single important decision to be made in a relationship must be made by the individuals involved. Do not suggest for them, except if for instance, there’s proof of physical violence/abuse. Even at that, I’d tell you once or twice, and if you don’t listen, you’re totally OYO afterwards.

We’re humans and where we can get away it, we love to practice that blame culture. It wasn’t me that did it. It was already cracked. Blah. Trust me, if you help (or feel that you’re helping) someone by suggesting to that person that they leave a relationship because he/she (I’d prefer “they”, but not many people get English these days, just ask Freeze and Kaylah on CoolFm) has given you reasons why they should, well, take care that it doesn’t come back to bite you in the ass. That blame culture will ensure that

LOVE AND OTHER PSYCHOACTIVE SUBSTANCES: SERIES 1

...better elfs

I began this piece, several times, in my head. Unfortunately, despite the fact that the tools to put those beginnings down were within my immediate reach, laziness don finish me. Now, I toil to come up with something nearly as fabulous as the lost openings. All I see is black. And void.

Now, there has been a preponderance of movie blogs (aka blog posts) on here for a while now. My blog is for whatever pleases me to write at any particular moment, and right now, movies lo wa lori gangan. But a different bug has finally buzzed in my ear. It had been biting me for a while now, but I took no heed. However, it reverted to the tried and triple trusted mosquito routine – singing an opera in the highest falsetto (pardon my misuse of musical terms, if I have misused it) known to mankind. Kiakia, I don sit up, slap myself. The bug finally caught my attention. Congratulations, bug. Now, you’re getting squashed.

The title may have given you some inkling as to what I want to write about, although, at the time of writing this, I swear I hadn’t given thought to the title yet. It’s the world’s favourite topic, greater than religion, greater than football, oft misunderstood. Love. These are random thoughts about love. Oh heck, the title just jumped out at me.

1. THERE REALLY EXISTS A PHENOMENON CALLED TRUE LOVE

Awww, how very toshing...

I’ll lay my premise. Who says love has to last to be true? Who says it you can’t enjoy it however briefly it may last? What if insurmountable distance, disease or even death do you part, before a break up does? Does that mean the love wasn’t true?