Eddy Grant's 'I Don't Wanna Dance' is playing on my stereo right now, on infinite repeat. Whether it should be playing 'I Can't Dance' by Genesis instead is a matter for another post. Even though i actually can't (that is, don't know how), i also don't really want to. And not just dance, but maybe the whole damned romance thing.
---Maybe i've finally had enough. Maybe i don't think it's worth it anymore. Maybe i'm too tired of hurting to want any more.
---Sometimes my life seems like a farcical series of romantic misadventures. Perhaps other people's lives seem like that to them, and i have lots of sympathy for them; but me, i want to cancel my series and film no more episodes. It was a good run — twenty-one seasons! — but maybe it's enough. Now the cast can get back to their regular lives.
---Or maybe i can't stop. Maybe i'll meet someone again, eventually; and maybe i'll think that person is worth coming out of retirement to film another season. Gods help me; gods help us all. Please!
[I've turned off infinite repeat, and the music proceeds to 'Gimme Hope Jo'Anna'. Hope.]
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