Ever seen a really scary horror movie as a child? I'm sure you would have, and it would have frightened you initially, magnitude not relevant. The effects were so convincing that it temporarily established beliefs in ghosts . However, growing up you thing you're smarter and more experienced and hence unlikely to be bamboozled so easily and quickly... right? WRONG.
Just like Bugs Bunny made way for Seinfeld, Archie Comics for Philosophy, wondered what happened to them ghost stories? I believe the corresponding term in the progression is LOVE ! . By I love here I refer to the kind that is tediously found and makes your head dizzy ( or so I am made to believe ), and not the kind that you know will always be there and you take for granted (Mommy!). Of course, you may question my equating ghosts to love, but I do not insinuate that your sweetheart/babydoll/... is a poltergeist. I refer simply to the excitement created by something unfamiliar, magnitude and direction again irrelevant.
So what prompts traversing this unproductive path? Sleep disorders leading to being up late at night and watching the best movie from whatever is playing on TV. So I spent time watching, THE UGLY TRUTH, FAILURE TO LAUNCH, LOVE ACTUALLY, and most recently last night , SERENDIPITY . Why I spent the last 20 minuted of that movie jumping up and down I shall never know.
I call for the concerned authorities to put STATUTORY warnings on all such love stories similar to those found on hallucinogens, cigarettes, alcohol and prescription drugs relating to possible degenerative mental and physical effects.
But it really makes you wonder, that you safely established the absence of ghosts under your bed and monsters inside your closet with such alacrity that only slight recollections exist, then why does this new spirit still haunt you. I guess being an engineer, the only way I can construes this is be comparing the search areas. While your bed and closet are finite and limited to less than 100 square feet, the places to search for your SARA THOMAS are perhaps unlimited. Excessive belief in coincidence will only cause paranoia and the only cupid you'll find in the process will be in a white coat with needles instead of arrows. (No, this is not where you say Aww ). In fact, I continue my series of analogies further, to compare tobacco companies and cancer research, with gift/flower/whatever establishments and love.
Any unwanted correlations could grossly damage sales ( I wish I had a statistic for how much stalkers spend on one-way relationships ) , and in the end the materialistic utilitarian human being only cares about profit, so clearly you'll never see the invisible wires making things seem superior than they are.
So, ladies and gentleman, if you feel 'afraid', don't hesitate to call the Ghostbusters.For those of you who aren't desirous of putting two and two together, I merely refer to reality checks.. And don't defile currency by writing your phone number on it, I will very soon mathematically calculate and put up the probability of a currency note coming back to a defined individual.
By this point you must think that I don't have a romantic corpuscle in my body, but that isn't entirely true... I saw the movies didn't I :) .
Sunday, October 17, 2010
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hahahahahaha... awesome!
ReplyDeleteYou are being philosophical as well as rational...diligent!...too good..:)
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