Series; profoundly enthusing for the sharp-witted

Gaby,Lynette,Suzie Q & Bree

It was but another of the various Television Series I wrote off my “must-watch” list the jiffy a mate commended it years ago. Truthfully, its appellation put a damper on things for me, for I envisioned a horde of gossipy old hags up to no good. However, I was to discover one dreary weekend that prejudging the worth of something solely by face value is utterly fallacious.  

See, since I came of age, I'm intent on grasping whatever I read, watch or listen to, and, boy oh boy, was Desperate Housewives edifying!

I’m still amazed that the American comedy-drama-mystery Series is actually jam-packed with life lessons; teachings that are enlightening and mind blowing; most notably;

Trust is a fragile thing; once earned, it accords us tremendous freedom. But once trust is lost, it can be impossible to recover. Of course, the truth is, we never know who we can trust. Those we're closest to can betray us.  And total strangers can come to our rescue. In the end, most people decide to trust only themselves. It really is the simplest way to keep from getting burned.

Passion is a force so pertinent we still remember it long after it’s faded away; a drive so alluring it can push us into the arms of unexpected lovers; a sensation so overwhelming it can knock down walls we’ve built 2 protect our hearts; a feeling so intense it resurfaces even if we try so hard to keep it buried. Yes, of all emotions, passion is the one that gives us a reason to live and an excuse to commit all sorts of crimes

Death is inevitable. It's a promise made to each of us at birth. But before that promise is kept, we all hope something will happen to us. Whether it's the thrill of romance, the joy of raising a family or the anguish of great loss; we all hope to experience something that makes our lives meaningful. But the sad fact is not all lives have meaning. Some people spend their time on this planet just sitting on the sidelines waiting for something to happen to them before it's too late.

If you verbalize forgiveness, the brain can trick the heart into letting go of resentment.

There’s redemption if we try to learn from our mistakes and grow.

Every storm brings with it hope; that somehow by morning everything will be made clean again and even the most troubling stains will have disappeared. So we wait for the storm to pass hoping for the best even though we know in our hearts some stains are so indelible, nothing can wash them away.

Why do we clutch at baggage even when we are desperate to move on? Because we all know there’s a chance we might let go too soon.

Yes, it can happen so quickly; life as we know it can change in a blink of an eye. Still, we should be grateful for whatever changes it throws at us because all too soon the day will come when there are no more changes left.

We cannot prevent what we can’t predict.

Temptation comes to all of us. Whether or not we succumb, depends on our ability to recognize its disguise.

Looking back at the world, it's all so clear that there’s beauty that waits to be unveiled, mysteries that long to be uncovered. But people so rarely stop to take a look. They just keep moving. It's a shame, really.

To live in fear is not to live at all. There will always be those who face their fears and those who run away. What a waste!

*opted to not alter any word, phrase or syntax*

To be continued....*still on Season 7 Episode 2*

Perchance even I need somebody

"Cuddling" my pillow was to no avail

Under the weather, insomnia coupled with a roller-coaster of emotions; what a night! For once in an eon I was nostalgic for companionship; craved for someone to knead the kink around the small of my back, give me a tepid sponging and/or just be there.

Owing to the fact that I’m forever pinning my ears back to music, it’s not odd that song titles and lyrics feature profoundly in my musings. Consequently, “You might need somebody”; yet another mellow ballad by Shola Ama sprung to mind; particularly the lines below echoing right through my soul;

 ‘Cause everybody needs someone around

Things could tumble down on you

You'll discover when you look around
you don't have to be alone

Just one lover is all you need to know
when you're feeling all alone...

However, the contemplation was discarded just as swiftly as it had racked my brain by virtue of the fact that I’ve always held my own. Or have I? *second-guessed myself for a bat of an eye*

This fleeting introspection evoked reminiscences of a lunch-break tête-à-tête at office one dreary afternoon in the course of which a colleague called me selfish.  I had just intimated that am such a loner in respect to her query about why I'm single among other things about my social life. She had the opinion that my solitude and adamancy as regards camaraderie tantamount to that. She did have a valid point though seeing as letting people in gets me feeling smothered.

I’m an unfeigned hermit; so much so that I literally repel likely suitors. Beat that! The last person I tried to date was an incredible being and precisely my ideal man. Never had I met anyone with all the attributes I cast about for in a guy i.e. astute, industrious, empathetic, thoughtful and most notably, forbearing. *I can occasionally be a piece of work!*

Envisage a scenario where you seek the company of someone who is always either brooding or giving you a cold shoulder for absolutely no apparent basis. I'm quite certain that no one would want to hang around such. Nevertheless, this man was simply exceptional for he lingered, regardless. I had to salvage his soul by eventually flying the coop. It was the optimal choice.

Needless to say, I suck at this relating game and consequently, maintaining such relations if ever they endure through my elusiveness and flourish. It is this self-consciousness that has me evasive and alas, many a time labeled an egotistical little bitch.

Well, back to my nocturnal ordeal, repression has always been my escape in such situations.  Last night however, I was beside myself with such pining that all my efforts were frustrated. Perhaps, by virtue of the fact that I had turned off my bedside lamp since it had been flickering?  Darkness plays tricks with my mind and subsequently, renders me feeble.   

It goes without saying that it was an ice cube’s chance in hell trying to master my emotions; so much so that I resigned myself to the ride i.e. let them linger. I became conscious of the fact that it was a catastrophe of sorts when playing my favorite genre of music and staring at the stars by the piazza didn’t quite cut it too.

I stopped short of seeking out the one lad I always hanker for during such forlorn times. The only one I would rather consign to oblivion. *a tale for another day*

Perhaps I do need somebody.....