Nesting on a Couch (and thinking about bullet trains)

Sitting and just dreaming, I float in and out of consciousness…

Thinking of how the past day was spent and fretting about how to spend the next day. Shall I have eggs and sausages or should I have waffles with ladles of maple syrup?

And while I’m at that, perhaps I should just tilt my head ever so often to make sure that he’s not there… But of course he won’t be there, he’s still playing World of Warcraft. As expected. He will never be here, he will never be back. And even if he comes back, I would have left.

Funny how a cartoon in my history class applies to real life. It was a cartoon about how a Japanese man in the 1920s viewed modernity – as a speeding train no less, with no end in sight. Similarly, romance is like the bullet train to me. Sure, it’s supposed to be your one path to heaven (or so hollywood romance moves would have us believe) but the question that arises is, so then, how do you get on board?

All I’ve gotten so far is a few nasty nips in my heart for trying too hard. And guess what? I’m happy to stand aside as an observer. For the time being.