July 16th, 2008

Cotton Candy

“Gosh did you know what my boyfriend did the other time?” she excitedly gushes.

Her favourite topic. This is followed by telephone conversations with the oft-mentioned beau. Said conversations of course involve her making sure the whole room knows that she loves him, and to what degree.

Naturally, reluctant eavesdroppers are also made aware of the random nicknames she has for her beloved. How could they not? She chats at a rapid pace, constantly throwing out “hunnybunch” or “sweetie” or “pumpkin” or “candyass” (well maybe not) like they were punctuations in a sentence.

That would only consist of half her telecommunication with the beau. There’s the constant ramming of her phone’s digits with her manicured fingers as she texts him throughout the day. Aforementioned texts would have enough allusions to various sweet objects that it can be mistaken for Cadbury’s menu.

Such is only when she’s away from her computer. Otherwise its constant Instant Messaging chats with him (they look like photocopied versions of her phone’s messages). Or blogging about him, so all her friends are reminded how much he means to her.

If they forget, there’s always her Facebook main display picture, her MSN display picture, or the numerous shots of her in ridiculous poses with the boyfriend splashed across the internet.

How shallow. How superficial. How stupid.

But love was never designed to be intellectual.

How could it?

It is meant to get two unsuspecting individuals to raise a demanding, loud, messy, destructive little “bundle of joy” that they spawn together. There is certainly no intelligence in that.

Thus I see no shame in wanting something as such.

Even though I can certainly see how it can be annoying.

However, it sure as hell doesn’t hurt to know at every minute of the day that someone out there is just absolutely bonkers about you. (I have short term memory you see, I have to be constantly reminded.) She has to be. Why else would she have talked off her friends’ ears about you?

Not that I’m saying such superficial relationships will last. Or that they’ll be great by any measure. It’s just selfish affirmation-seeking that it panders to.

It’s like cotton candy – it’s sweet, full of empty calories and leaves you feeling hungry in a short while. But we still love it, don’t we?

One week she’ll be there, gushing about her beau. The next she’s gone like Hillary Clinton from the presidential race, on to the next one.

Who gives a fuck anyway? Girls like that are a dime a dozen and easily caught up with assholes such as moi. Haha.

Sekian, terima kasih.

(PS: No my girlfriend is in no way like that. She's like a hearty meal - satisfies me in every way :D I'm just randomly musing on the benefits of a bimbo ah lian girlfriend LOL)