Lying in Wait

What if you love the idea of settling down, but are just unwilling to settle?
When you pine for a bed of roses, but want it only if it had the right kind of petals.

What if your excruciating wait for Mr. or Ms. Right leaves you with no one left?
And that happy ending you’ve been yearning, turns out to be regretfully bereft.

Alone
photo by Desirée Delgado

Winter of my Discontent

It’s all a lot of oysters, but no pearls
- A Long December, Counting Crows

This Counting Crows song is one of my favorites, and I especially like the quoted line above. There are certainly a lot of fish in the sea–well, oysters in this metaphor–but it is sure hard to find the catch.

The difficulty and seeming impossibility of it all is put into words eloquently by none other than the psychobabbling, cynical-but-romantic Woody Allen. Boris Yelnikoff (played by Larry David in Allen’s movie, Whatever Works) found his love only through sheer serendipity. In Boris’ words …

And through an astronomical concatenation of circumstances, our paths cross. Two runaways in the vast, black, unspeakably violent and indifferent universe.”

Maybe I should stop looking so that I may finally find it. But I doubt it makes any difference, for we live in an indifferent universe indeed.