Posted: 20 May 2011 at 9:19pm | IP Logged
Disclaimer - This is a mere piece of fiction. The character featured is not real.
Not even the writer is real. The only part that is real is GHSP!
let me admit it, I have been having an affair. I have been cheating on
my family and friends. I spend most of my waking moments thinking of my
object of desire and my dreams are not spared either. My life has been
restructured to revolve around this affair. Yes, I am not ashamed to
admit it, today I live, breathe, eat and sleep GHSP.
People have been
telling me for sometime now that I need to kick the habit. They tell
me that a silly soap cannot become a burning obsession. They tell me
that I have so much more to live for. They even try to point out flaws
in my object of desire.
No matter, for they are just an envying lot
who cannot appreciate the intensity of my love. They don't have a clue
about the peaks of pleasure my love has helped me scale. So what if it
is virtual, pleasure is pleasure after all. So, despite much opposition,
my love affair continues to rage like a forest fire!!
fought many a battle in defence of my love. More often than not, the
enemies have been family and friends. Have rolled up my sleeves and got
down to the virtual battle space too, all in the name of my love. My
razor sharp tongue and my knife like pen ( a mouse is virtually a pen, isn't it) have spared none. I have
received quite a few cuts and thrusts too but I wear my battle scars
proudly. Anything in the defence of my beloved, I say.
Yet, of late,
there is this one enemy that I have been struggling to fight. One enemy
whose voice I have been trying to quell, to no avail. I have tried every
trick in the book and yet this opponent will not go away. In common
parlance, this enemy is called reason and the bitter truth is this enemy
is part of me. In fact, reason informs me that it has been part of me
always; just that, for a time, it was lulled to sleep by my drugging
passion. Having woken up now, it refuses to go back to sleep.
has been persisting with a few uncomfortable questions of late -
probing, incisive questions that often leave me in a cold sweat, trying
desperately hard to come up with convincing answers. Not that I am going
down without a fight. I am giving back as good as I get. I keep coming
up with answers much like a conjurer pulling rabbits out of a hat! I am
clutching at any and every straw for I know not which weapon will be
most effective in silencing reason. In the process, I have suffered
heavy losses - my beliefs, my perceptions and my values have gone down
the drain. I have willingly sacrificed my moral fibre in my fight to
defend my love. I have even gone to the extent of belittling this object
of my desire in my fight to survive reason. I have called it a mere
show! But I know my love will not take offence- for all is fair in love
and war. My love knows what it means to me.
I will continue to
soldier on in the name of my love. I shall spare none in my fight to
defend it. I might kill my reason for my love but I shall not let reason
kill it. And when I pass on, which I will if and when my love comes to
an end, all that I request is that my epitah reads as follows - 'GHSP was my reason'!!
Edited by janvis70 - 20 May 2011 at 10:53pm