My first post, and my background picture, contain a picture of a large stuffed bear with the word ‘LOVE’ written on it, sticking out of a bin. It’s a funny image, I think, that perfectly encapsulates the idea of love gone awry.
These new pictures I have seen feature a pink balloon, also with the word love written on it, that has become entangled within some gnarly old tree branches. While the first picture really captured the feeling of being spurned, this new one is a good visual image of how love, when you let it fly free, may sometimes become trapped up in a load of woody shit. I’d take it as a sign, if I believed in things like fate, Santa Claus, or Anne Robinson's face ***
I think I do feel differently about my whole approach to love at the moment. I used to be so scared of things not working out, that I'd try and force them to work, but now I'm a bit more relaxed, i.e. blah blah blah blah blah.
Anyway, now that I'm no longer weighed down by a fluffy idea of what love is, hopefully I'll be able to avoid getting tangled in all the nasty shit, unlike this manky balloon.
On the other hand though:
- Assuming that I will, at some point, learn from previous mistakes.
This is by far the most common mistake of them all!
Anyway, here's Stalin, engaged in a dangerous battle of wills with the venomous octocrutch.
*** That’s just a bit of fun, I don’t really want to have a full on go at people who believe in stuff. I mean, I don’t really believe in anything, but I don't necessarily assume that I’m right. If you do believe in fate and are still offended, just accept that me insulting you was inevitable and carry on down the path before you. You massive testicle.