Thoughts-a few of them

Love .. Unrequited
It was like a slap on the face. Except it wasn’t. That first look across a crowded room was all it took. I think I can stick to the clichéd expression ‘heart went pitter patter’ because nothing says it better. Oh, I think about that moment now, and revel in the memory, but can hardly replicate that moment. Not now. Not ever. Because your first love is just that. Your first.
But then in the ordinal sense, I guess it’s called first, because, then there is a second and a third…. And each of those moments counts too.

Adults performing the tango
I am convinced – more than ever – that it’s the children who have it all sorted out in their heads. Ask them a question and you WILL get an honest-to-god answer. Ask an adult the same question and you’ll get a typical dance number – one step to the right, another to the left and successfully sidestep the issue.

To run or not to run
So okay, escapism is in the air. It’s like a fad or something. A friend once told me it’s easier, for example, to walk away from a situation rather than confront it.
The thing is I totally DISAGREE! It seems, to me, that a escapist = conformist. You tend to be non confrontational, but you haven’t stopped thinking of what you’d like to do to rectify the situation. So, yeah, it’s not like you don’t know what to do, you just decide you don’t want to do it.
That must be such a load on the mind!