There was a strange truancy of nervousness when I took the stairs to reach home last night around 1 AM. It didn't take me long enough to realize that the comfort was because of knowing I'd open the door to no one. Mom has gone away to be part of a distant cousin's wedding festivities. What is it I've got with being around people and feeling irked? Is it because of the constant let-down they are capable of or is it plain intolerance for discord between my self and theirs?
I must admit I have a thing for women of astounding beauty. Okay, let me say, Elegance. No amount of reading, or discourse or growing up can completely rid me off the feeling that beautiful is good. It's not wrong but it ain't right either. Okay, it's wrong. I guess it's one of my idiosyncrasies. Probably this is what is forgiving thyself. I am coming to grips with the fact that I can't help but relish the elegance from afar. She doesn't need to be in flesh and bone. I can equally take delight in a beautiful woman's portrait. I said beautiful - doesn't necessarily imply succulent or voluptuous or something of that sorts (Hey you New Age Feminazis, you got me there!). It is some sight to watch a woman who can carry herself effortlessly.
So this is about my hatred for keeping company and liking for things of beauty, err..elegance.
I must admit I have a thing for women of astounding beauty. Okay, let me say, Elegance. No amount of reading, or discourse or growing up can completely rid me off the feeling that beautiful is good. It's not wrong but it ain't right either. Okay, it's wrong. I guess it's one of my idiosyncrasies. Probably this is what is forgiving thyself. I am coming to grips with the fact that I can't help but relish the elegance from afar. She doesn't need to be in flesh and bone. I can equally take delight in a beautiful woman's portrait. I said beautiful - doesn't necessarily imply succulent or voluptuous or something of that sorts (Hey you New Age Feminazis, you got me there!). It is some sight to watch a woman who can carry herself effortlessly.
So this is about my hatred for keeping company and liking for things of beauty, err..elegance.
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