:=:=:=:=:=FOOLS’ GOLD=:=:=:=:=:

N.B:
NOT FOR THE FAINT-HEARTED, LIGHT-HEADED, JUDGMENTAL, HAPPY, MERRY, OR THOSE IN LOVE!!!

KEEP OFF----------YOU’VE BEEN WARNED!!!

ECCENTRIC, LIBERAL, FREE-THINKERS WITH A DASH OF MAJOR RELATIONSHIP ISSUES…HAVE A FIELD DAY ON THIS ONE!!!



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“I can’t take it anymore!!!”

Every fucking holiday patronizes me on it, the bible is well aware of it, endless websites advertise it, lovers preach it, a multiplicity of advertisements persistently urge “the plunge” whenever its topic is raised; and (the worst part of it all) undeserving, psychedelic, schizophrenic, good-for-nothing, know nothing, boot licking, club-hopping, Booster hustling', Roller ducking', street loving' Sixty ex.’s, no commitment retards get it!

I’m tired of this shitty excuse of a mystery; a myth that lures you deeper and deeper into using people and in turn be used.

When will it end???

Love Sick or sick of love, you might say? …you be the Judge. I’m done being judged when I’m both the Judge and Jury!

Not being inside the comfortably safe zone of being in love and being loved in return is frustrating when all you’ve ever tried to do was get there. Worse still is the reality that we move in and out of it so much, we become routine lovers and program our minds to the catch-phrase “we make up to break up, and breakup to make up”.

Recently (and by recently, I mean this past year), I’ve had the time of a lifetime doing the things I always wanted to try out. Honestly, it’s been amazing! The adrenaline has been mind numbing so far. Say it and it’ll very likely fall under the “been there, done that, won a damn T Shirt” category for me. As it is customary with all things in my life, I achieve. Its so simple…so easy to spurt out; but it’s the truth. I ACHIEVE! Granted…I make a few mistakes and disregard a few vitals but in the end, I get the job done beautifully…a perfect execution of tactics, skill, and brainpower. Yet I find myself grasping for that something…that missing craze…that look you see in someone’s eyes that tells you they’d rather die than lose you; that look that speaks volumes with the hidden meanings lying underneath like treasures undiscovered; the smile that tells you that you’re stuck with me no matter what so get used to it; that feeling of giddiness you get when you look over the mess you’ve made while trying to steal a hug that tells you “I couldn’t possibly be any happier than this”; that kiss that awakens the desire inside of you, makes your world come alive, kills all logic, and renders you useless to anything and anyone except the person you are ‘sucking face’ with; that kiss that you find yourself hopelessly drowning in, making your legs wobbly, and disabling your brain from telling where one person’s mouth stops and the other begins; that look…that feel…that kiss… <sigh> …that’s the shit right there…the holy grail of a fools’ gold!

Oh, and while on the subject…who’s the fool who said “we break up to make up?” Bloody Idiot, that’s what he is!

QUICK QUESTION: How many more songs do we need before we finally get the concept behind a classic bitch-slap?

Alicia Keys already said it: Try Sleeping With A Broken Heart <done and done>.

Mariah Carey emancipated on it with: Obsessed

Beyonce went all out on it with: Broken Hearted girl, and My Next Ex.

Rihanna simplified it for all the dummies with: Russian Roulette, and Rehab (don’t even get me started on this one right here); and

Lady Gaga wrote a PhD on it with: Bad Romance

FACE IT…the awareness is everywhere!
The best and worst part of not having this accursed gold at your beck and call anymore is remembering what it was like NOT to know how good it felt and being oblivious to what it tasted like. The thrill of it is so addictive, so destructive, so seductive, and so insanely dangerous an affair that only the ruthless of the lot eventually stay afloat long enough to grasp it :- these are the faithfuls turned renegade as a result of the resentment and hurt of once being an innocent now turned victim. 

And yet, when it’s all said and done, I still yearn for this treasure belonging to only the biggest of fools. Don’t get me wrong, I never said to stay away from it. Heck, if anything, I urge you to crave it, find it, and never let go.

Forget what you’ve been told. It’s real and it exists. Earlier frustrations now being cast aside as “so five seconds ago”, I still strive for the gold. I’m still in it to win it baby (don’t have much of a choice really-it’s either that or I join a seminary <shivers>). 

So yeah, I’m going for the gold and I ain't gonna let up until I wield its riches. Like the greedy bounty hunter who just wouldn’t listen to reason, I’m jumping in headlong regardless of whatever lies ahead.

....After all, it’s not called A Fool’s Gold for nothing! <Evil chuckles!>