I'm in a melancholic mood...not made any less so by the gloom and doom that the world has come into subconscious acquaintance with recently.
I have just come into the knowledge of a certain Briton putting his wife up for sale. How preposterous an act, yet ironically rational in its context (if one learns of his reasoning, however warped)! He claimed it a joke but I would have to question the origin of intent. Beyond the facade required to maintain his social acceptance, I trust deep within a welled up frustration had reared its hideous head, only to be forced back into oblivion by societal pressure. Guess what? The circus doesn't halt itself there! There were actually offers put forth! Humans truly are, in their most despicable form, a most vile and treacherous creature!

The actual ad...which will probably induce a smile on most...an atrocious reaction of which I am guilty of...
This blog makes for bleak reading...however as much as joy compels staunch keeping, sorrow demands a vent through which it liberates itself. This is my vent.
Presently my heart presents an emotional labyrinth through which I have to navigate in pursuit of true happiness. I wonder if I am, in my basest form, the man that I am now? Or do we all mask ourselves to the point of forsaking our souls?
Too philosophical...without the plague of examinations and other forms of human vices, I find myself the time for such idle contemplation...
OK...the front was probably gibberish on my part...here comes my principal woe
Friendship
Truth be told, I feel the power of 4 slowly depleting to 3...
I am about to speak in riddles, so as to cushion any possible impact...
Probably factors beyond my control gave rise to this drift. Work, GF, interests etc...
That night at work, I related this concern of mine to a friend...as I did so my brows were furrowed, betraying my efforts to make light of so solemn a subject...apparently she faces the same dilemma...allowing me a solace in commiseration.
Football, emotional confidence...and then silence
I feel my fluency stemmed at this moment by the dawning of a realisation that perhaps a fervent enough effort was absent on my part...in participating in their arcade visits n work has impeded my endeavours to partake more in their gatherings...not only with my closest mates but with friends of lesser ties but equal stature.
I recall with fondness our hardcore playing from school dismissal till evening, rain or shine, exams or no exams. Even the $20 for the broken glass...which on retrospect seems a small price to pay for the enduring friendship that stayed strong till this day...
I just hope...for all of our differences and regardless of whatever path we may tread on (however diverse), we'll still remain ardent in our convictions to our friendship...(in the words of al: brothers of different mothers)

And thus ends my melancholy. :)

& 11:36 PM