The time is 4am.
And i’m in Calabasas
Well not really actually.
I am in Magodo.
But I’m listening to Drake and it’s 4pm in Calabasas so it’s only fair i go where my favorite goes.
I used to be the poster boy for love.
If you probably checked out the Love idiot hall of fame, you’d see my name boldly written there under fellow fools like Romeo and Leonardo Di Caprio’s character in Titanic.
Atleast that was if you checked in 2015.
In 2017, i’m not sure what i think about love.
Actually i am sure but i don’t know how to say it without sounding like a bitter old hag (shout out to bitter old hags worldwide)
But here goes
i think love is a great concept.
I mean the founding idea behind the principle is amazing and the UI is one of the best ever known to man.
But the UX?
You see somehow i have managed to find out (Or convince myself) that love is fictitious, like nirvana or the holy Grail.
And only those who stan hard enough or stay off social media have a shot at finding it.
Or that was what i thought as at last week.
I came back home pretty early on Monday.
My brother opened the gate for me and he was preoccupied with the person he was talking to on the phone.
I knew he had someone in his life but i was pretty certain it was going to be like all the other someone’s that had occupied his life at a particular point.
But here i was at 6pm (ish) talking to a brother who was not listening to me and was trying to cut short my big brother yarns so he could continue talking with the LOHL (Version 6)
I proceeded to my office at home and i started to work till now(4AM)(Actually i stopped by 1AM)
Then i went to bed and i walked him to overhear this same guy talking to this same girl.
Apparently they had been talking since then. (Roughly 7 HOURSSSS)
Now that was not what fazed me.
What fazed me about it all was the fact that that day was not an anomaly.
Since then they have strategically repeated that occurence everyday this week and today he went to see her at her place.
Coming back home around 8pm, he was still on the phone with her again.
Now at this point i’m stumped.
The longest i talk on the phone is with Oyinkansola and even then we barely make it to 30 minutes without me feeling like i’m uttering hot *shit*
I think my brother just saved me.
But the problem is i don’t know where to start fixing the *mess* from
I have lost so much hope in the phenomenom called love that my go to line now is i am not ready for a relationship.
I’ve repeated that line so much even my mum has heard it and knows it to be my new mantra.
lmao, it’s paining her a bit sha cuz she’s been on my case for a minute now asking me to bring home my girl friend.
That’s after painting girls are evil and vile creatures whose only aim in life is to take your money and do twitter thread on you when the deed is done.
i gotta sleep now.
Oh and i’m trying to write more.
I think my writing is linked to me falling in love so anyone who likes my writing enough to make me fall in love with them should please hit me up.
Vodka is on me. 🙂