The witless fantasies of make believe love
By Stanley Collymore
You cannot be serious about being in love with someone
whom in person you’ve neither seen nor actually met
and the only communication that you’ve ever had
with that individual, and even then haphazardly
so, is by email or else the general internet.
What about interpersonal relationships:
feelings, deep-seated emotions, sex and those sorts of
things? Don’t these matter, in the least, to you or likewise
significantly in terms of their supposedly meaningful
reciprocation, or otherwise, to this other person
whom amazingly in the discernibly aforesaid
circumstances you’ve inordinately placed
on this high pedestal of yours while,
additionally, regarding them as a
peerless beacon of efficacious
and amorous enlightenment
cum grateful contentment,
signalling you the highly
anticipated approbation
to enthusiastically let
yourself in, and thus
achieve full use of
what lies therein.
© Stanley V. Collymore
5 September 2019.
Author’s Comments:
Blind wishful thinking is one thing, and undeniably a rather idiotic exercise to say the very least. However, assiduously making it a significant part of your life while at the same time deliberately according it a privileged status wholly undeserving of such an inane fallacy isn’t only substantially different from the aforementioned but is as well a chillingly obtuse matter fraught with all sorts of personal dangers.
And particularly so, I earnestly believe, when it’s wilfully and deceptively transferred into the normal workings of everyday life, and is itself either deliberately or stupidly not subjected to any kind of independent or objective scrutiny.
