10 January, 2008

Metaphors

Why is it that when someone else is doing all the match making work it's easy to think everything will work out and rejection gets pushed out of mind because "you're in good hands." It's like taking a taxi ride in Paris where the drivers are supremely out of their minds. They weave in and out, cut people off and speed like maniacs. But you push the thoughts of danger and fear out of your mind because this is a paid employee driving you about, a "professional!"But, really, being a taxi driver in no way qualifies someone to drive this way and certainly does not decrease the risks involved with such behavior. The fact of the matter is, you can still easily crash and burn.

Long story short, she looked up from her phone and said, rather gravely, "it's not you, it's him."

Hello heart! Meet Mr Dagger, he's here to impale you and inject you with self-loathing. Enjoy!

When shoved in the ring with rejection I was knocked out in the first round, despite all my best one-legged, karate kid moves.

All this irrationality is a case-in-point. I should not be dating, or even thinking about dating right now.

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