You know you have it made in life when you receive a letter addressed to 'Ms Azahar Machwe'!
It means you have achieved perfect identity neutrality. You are beyond sex and gender.
So somewhere in the world on some mailing list I am a woman of uncertain marital status! :D
Of course I can also use the letter as proof of address and register myself as 'Ms Machwe'.
My hypothesis is that intelligence has absolutely no role to play in matters of love.
Girls and boys.. when they fall in love.. well up is down and down is up! Sun rises from the west and sets in the east (who the hell gives a damn about the sunrise anyway when you are in love!).
Strating a conversation 'just for 5 minutes' and the next time you see the watch 3 hours have elapsed. This I call the 'Blackhole' Effect of Love!
Then there comes the time to end the call (yes people there is a big wide world outside!)... the trick is to end the call yet not appear that you are ending it... so the system gets caught in an infinite loop of 'you end the call, I won't' until one party collapses from exhaustion or the line gets cut!
Then you fall asleep. Get up, try and remember what you are supposed to do normally on a weekday morning (get up and go to work!). The whole day you laugh on the inside thinking yaaaaay you have a girlfriend and the whole world is lonely, single and sad. What you don't see how the world is laughing at you the modern day Romeo and how you are one step away from becoming a sheep (from your present state of a predator). This I call the Blind-Sheep Effect of Love!
During this entire process where you slowly loose all track of time, space and friends as your intelligence gets drained and you are prepared for bonded labour one thing is there... you are DAMN HAPPY!
Now my question is... when all this is going on.. where is intelligence? Does it play any role in love at all?
I don't think it does! ;)
:)
