‘Where have all the cowboys gone?’ For some reason the 1990’s hit by the so called ‘anti feminist’ Paula Cole comes to mind. That is when I think of how things are at present and have been for sometime. No not literally! Just like I’m sure the song was intended in 1997, as a sly, somewhat sarcastic complaint about how the search for something other than the empty ‘cliches’ definition is of love still hasn’t resulted in success. Thus my reference to it.
Suddenly I feel like maybe Paula Cole and I might be the same person just a decade apart?
It’s also kind of a message to someone. Someone who if I’m correct in my previous assumptions, of having higher intelligence will get where I’m at totally (after listening to the song again).
The past few days I have kind of been thinking about this person who jokingly called me ‘Germaine Greer’ the first night we met. Funny how a room can be full yet no one can get a fairly simple reference. Maybe you just have to be a person who reads a book once a decade to be that kind of funny?
Maybe it’s not funny at all to the general consensus but to be honest I’ve missed talking to someone who might know about things I didn’t previously know. I feel a huge lack of ‘mental stimulation’ at present from someone my own age, who is equally as innocently sweet yet substantially troubled enough to laugh about all their misfortune.
So I guess to that person, ‘Hi! I hope you find yourself somewhere better than where I am which is crisis overload but at the same time bored as hell by it all and wondering what the point of it all is’.
As someone I have come to absolutely adore would say, ‘maybe another space and time?’.
Until then, good night!
DIARIES FROM DOMESTIC VIOLENCE 