Not a Valentine's Day post

The 15th of February... belated wishes, St. Valentine. It was with great self-control that I stopped myself from posting on Valentine's Day. Simply because I'm one of the biggest suckers for the holiday and I'm trying not to indulge myself and posting the day after was the best I could manage!

Oh, man. I HATE being a romantic. But I'm glad I know I am. There's nothing worse than the kind that make tall claims of hating romance while shamelessly indulging in the same. Tsk, tsk. If you're a non-believer, be my guest. But don't go playing the it's-not-for-me card with wondrous arm candy and suitors by the score.

So, how did I spend the day? With the ones I love? Well, yes, sort of. I do, everyday! What was different was I didn't daydream too much about possibilities and randomly running into my soulmate. Yep, I believe in Soulmates. When you know, you know... you know?

I listened to Adele's 'Someone Like You' (I have this amazing ability to cry for songs I can't even relate to but surprisingly, I didn't cry for this one!) as it was stuck in my head the whole day, and well, Adele is beyond superb. Here's the song that did crush my heart, though -

Elton John - Someday Out of the Blue

One word: Nostalgia. I can't think of anything in particular, but feel so deeply for this number.

'Not so long ago, seems like eternity. 
Those sweet afternoons still capture me...'

The idea of growing up and growing apart; losing yourself, it's one of my worst fears. Thankfully, I'm changing at a careful pace; trying hard not to stereotype myself or become the opposite of me. Scary place.

'Twas a good day, overall. Splendid serenity comes so rarely, I'm glad I could enjoy it for one peaceful day.

Say What?

Unfortunately, this is yet another rambling. How much does one want to know and how much does one know - two very different things, yes. That's what I didn't think for a long time. I belong to the rare group of people that listen. Perhaps too much. That's probably why I feel shepherded from place to place and unable to enjoy myself entirely. 'Why am I here?' pops in, inadvertently. 'Ah, yes, I came here with so-and-so...'

Ouch. Poor so-and-so. They're probably nice, but I can't always have a blast, can I?

'I heard from Blah that Glah is idiotic'

Now, Glah can be a person, place or thing.

I will not take Blah's word for it. Why should I? I might like Glah! Why risk the possibility of an argument with Blah when I can simply sample Glah for myself and then speak? Then arises the problem of specifics -- was it the right Glah?

Oh, gee. I don't think I checked, my bad. Too many possibilities are indeed awful.