Can’t Hurry Love

Are you keeping your sanity through all of this madness? Can you believe we’re living as we are? I catch myself saying to myself, “I can’t believe we’re living like this.” We are becoming dismembered from one another. As crazy as it may sound, I think about those people, women particularly, who yearn to marry, have babies and go to the home improvement store with Hubby to shop for their little white picket fence.

I can’t help but wonder what kind of images they’re advertising on social media as they pursue love virtually. Are they full-bodied photos or revealing from the waist up? Or worst yet, from the neck up? It’s virtual catfishing season and I wish you well if you’re desperately seeking. The heart wants what it wants and does not heed what the head tells it.

If you are looking for The One and the quarantine is exacerbating your loneliness, now is the time to find the love within yourself that you’ve continuously tried to find outside of yourself. Do your hair, dress up, prep a cup of tea and have a conversation with Love. What does it look like and how have you been dispensing it? Would you date and marry you? If so, you are in a good place for commitment, so wait for it with the faithfulness of Job. Verily I say to you, it will come in its own time. That timeline may not correlate with yours, okay? In short, calm all the way down.

I’m not judging or anything of that nature, but it’s a sad sight whenever I see women chasing the attention of men. Ninety-nine percent of the time, you’ll typically wind up wholly regretful.

Untitled by Tosh Fomby

For instance, I remember the time I was waiting at a traffic light that took forever to change. It was dark and the signals were operating at a snail’s pace that time of night. It was ridiculously ridiculous the amount of time I was waiting. I looked from left to right so many times, my head was spinning. All was clear after ensuring there were no police around, so I could make a go of it. I eased out slowly and finally took off really fast. Before I knew it, a sleek Mercedes came barreling at me and I was banged up something good. I got out of the car all crooked up to exchange information and I’ll be darn if the driver didn’t have insurance.

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