Bullshit Volcano and witches spell.
A bullshit
volcano us the only expression capable of accurately defining the text I’ve
submitted today as my essay. I know it’s an effect of my semester long procrastination.
The thing that made me fail at so many opportunities my life. And even though I
knew about the consequences of my actions (buffering one Grey’s Anatomy after
the other to be specific).
But procrastination
and the results of it is not the only stupid thing I do over and over again.
Yes, I’m talking about my love life.
As you may
have guessed, I’m single and cheerful again. It took some of ignored calls and texts from a mental health institution, new
haircut and really high heeled shoes bought with the resolution to wear on day
to day basis. It wasn’t enough to kill that little evil voice of being furious
on myself.
-“What the
fuck were you thinking? How could you plan a future with a guy you’ve met in a
bar while drinking over the fact that your ex failed to mention that you are no
longer together. Or that he has a new girlfriend and she is much slimmer,
younger than you and that she can actually sing and do the splits.”
Yeah, well.
The voice of reason simply ignores how much in love I was. And then hits
another spot. Much less reasonable.
-“What the
fuck were you thinking? Planning the future with any man at all? Forgot you
were cursed?
Ok, time
for my witch story. In my high school days to avoid interactions with mostly painfully pretentious crowd in
that institution I was hanging out with the weirdoes like myself. One night I
went out with my friends, two female sister-like cousins. Over the first beer I
found out that were the actual witches – able to put successful spells, heal
with herbs and are contacted by lost souls from the other side on a regular basis.
They told me story of their ancestor being coursed never to happily fall in love. The other witch jealous of some handsome farmer put the spell on the
next ten generations of daughters. As a result, grand grand children of my
friends could possibly hope to enjoy their relationships. Should I mention that
any woman in their family had ever been happy in their marriages? Deaths,
divorces, drunk heads, gamblers.
I drunk up
my cheap beer, got another and suggested to take over the curse.
-You
deserve families, and I? All I want is a spectacular career and maybe some
romances in the background.
We joined
hands and focused our thoughts on passing the curse over to me. I didn’t really
expected it to work – a rather obscure bar on the side of the town square and
ACDC playing is not a place to put
spells in, is it?
One of
those friends got engaged last year and I wish her all the best. My
relationships since then had been a stream of disasters.
If we
exclude any supernatural reasons for that, there are always Sex and The City
truths. Remember the episode Carrie’s girlfriends send her to the therapist and
she dates a guy met in the waiting room?
After sex
chat:
-So, why
are you there?
-I loose
the interest on a woman once I sleep
with her. You?
-I pick the
wrong men.
Yep. That’s
why my essay is shit.
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