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.