Here I go again, confessing some weird thing that I do or did....
I carry a hairbow around in the pocket of my jacket, a green one. There
are lots of perfectly normal reasons to do such a thing, but I can lay claim
to none of them. My green hair-bow is not a momento from someone I once knew
or loved, nor both. I found it on the ground one sunny day a long time ago and
it has not left my jacket pocket since, save those few times when I've taken it out
to stare at it for a moment or two.
If I believed in coincidences, I would think that finding the green hairbow
was a rather cute example of one; I don't, but I'll not go so far as to say
that it was a sign from God either. At most, it is proof to me that God has a sense
of humour.
You see, as I walked across the lush green fields of the gardens, savouring
the feel of dry grass under bare feet, I was pondering the romance in my life,
or rather, the lack thereof. Pondering isn't even the word, my thoughts that
day are better described as bemoaning said lack of romance, crying out unto
God that I, who chose to live such a chaste life (not that I really could have
changed that, should I desired ) should feel so alone while Gasp and Lex
were not only so 'popular', but were rutting like sex-starved bunnies.
I was walking across the field, deep in thought, and the thought crossed
my mind that perhaps I could ask God for a sign, some sort of divine guarantee
that whomever was indicated would not reject me. This, I decided, while not
devoid of biblical precedence, would be taking the lame way out. Then, for
reasons unknown, my thoughts turned to the story of Cinderella. Would that I
were Prince Charming, thought I, and could find my true love merely by having
all the women try on a certain clothing accessory until I found she upon whom
it fit.
That's when I looked down and saw the hairbow.
The green hairbow's been in my pocket for a long time. If I ever again
reach the point where I'm ready to ask a girl out, I think I'll first ask her
to put it on. Beyond that, I have no idea what I'll do with it.
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