the dance of the ink riddled fingers

“i married a stranger”

Posted in pin the tail on the love by enisea on 28/01/2011

This ridiculous show (on 7) made “The Bachelor/Bachelorette” look reasonable!!

Oh gee!  It begins with one woman who decides she wants to get married and allows the closer people to her to be “the choosers”.  One by one they eliminate the eligible bachelors which the to-be-bride meets as they walk out the gate – wondering why they were booted. The poor souls are making a lifetime commitment not having EVER met each other before. It’s a blind marriage. If I wasn’t so utterly shocked and amused at the stupidity of it all, I’d probably be infuriated that stupid people would let third parties make this marital commitment so trivial.

I’m actually nervous for these poor people and I hope they all realise how very, very, very unwise this is.  And I hope it works out but I’m so, so, so doubtful!  As long as the bride and groom understand that love is a commitment not a shallow “at-first-sight” theory…  Gosh, I hate heartbreak.


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  1. The Gods of Vice said, on 30/01/2011 at 5:36 AM

    HMMM!! A great example of how we have trivialised and commercialised what are supposed to core institutions of human relationships. There is something morbidly fascinating watching these people throw their lives out there for the perusal and condemnation of a fickle public. But then I can’t help but think, just how different is it to blogging, or keeping an online diary? It’s public self- selling.

    • enisea said, on 30/01/2011 at 11:40 PM

      Hahaha, but blogging isn’t the same as internation reality tv!
      To me? Simply self-expression on a canvas that obliges no one to listen to my thoughts/ramblings/vents/adorations yet affords me the indulgence of knowing I’ve been ‘heard’, regardless of a reply.

      I think most of the time I just crave being geniunely listened to, yet am unable to distinguish between another’s geniune interest and obligation to be burdened. Thus this blog. They ‘listen’ (read), only if they want to, not because I’ve cornered them with childish excitement or heavy sorrow.

      I study people, yet I can hardly read what anyone thinks of me – and in my fear of this, I keep them at arms length and speak through brick walls, which I can always be sure of somebody on the receiving end – whether they dare to reveal themselves or not. I am heard, and that is my comfort. The gleeful bonus of writing would be if I were able to leave a dent on at least one other person’s heart because I have plenty of dents to lend.

      OH GEE, that was telling, wasn’t it?!

      The next post will reveal how I am probably dying or have commited some unforgivable sin whereby all of you will be drawn to and repelled by me! There is enough vulnerable mush in this reply for me to need not blog for the rest of the year!
      Not so cool anymore, am i!! I don’t know why I insisted on thoroughly explaining myself.

      • The Gods of Vice said, on 31/01/2011 at 2:26 AM

        Oh I wasn’t accusing you of being the same as those people on the show, I hope you don’t think that at all, I only meant that both you and I are putting it out there, in a way that might be comparable to that show. It’s mainlining personal experiences to the public. But certainly I would think there is more dignity to what we do!
        I like what you say, about self expression.
        I think we all crave to be heard, in our vulnerability, we want reassurance. And there is a certain comfort in seeing that some people have taken the time to read what is dear to you. :)

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