Much Ado About Nothing

The first time she asked, he'd had a legitimate reason to back out. 'Nuh-uh,' he said, inwardly thankful for his hard-as-nails boss. 'I have a huge presentation the day after, don't even -' 'Get you started?' she'd said dryly, and he'd blushed hard. Okay, so he spent inordinate hours complaining about work. That still didn't deter him from using it as an excuse to not join her. Rolling her eyes, she'd flounced off to her own drawing board.

The second time it happened, he was attacking her and she - happily for him - was enjoying it very much indeed. The moment came (ahem) when he was nuzzling her smooth inner thigh. Breathlessly, she gasped out her request, meeting his astonished eyes with her own, low-lidded and dark with lust. He didn't say a word - didn't have to, not when he bent his head in a sudden moment of inspiration and she was blazing home with no memory afterward of her question.

Then again, she'd always had that annoying habit of springing something on him when he was at his most vulnerable. So it came to this - a week after that particularly pleasurable night, when he was sprawled out on the sofa in his boxers having just downed a plate and a half of lasagne, and completely at peace with a copy of Jurassic Park, he didn't look up till a loud thump shocked him into doing just that.

'What?' he barked, snappy because he was startled. She didn't give a damn though (Never did, he thought wryly). Instead she grinned at him happily and mouthed what she wanted. 'Come on, I've been asking you forever and you always refuse!'

He gulped and promptly rolled off the sofa. 'I - er, can't. Not tonight, anyway,' he said. 'Why not?' she asked, annoyed. 'Because, uh...I have to finish this. Yeah, can't keep it too long here, heh,' he said, his voice sounding irritatingly jaunty even to himself. She raised an eyebrow. 'You borrowed it from me,' she said, pointing at the book. 'And in case you haven't noticed, I'm not a librarian - unless you want me to be.' The last part was drawn out in a whisper and his throat went dry for an entirely different reason.

'Okay, fine!' he said, sitting up. 'I just don't want to, all right!' He glared at her; she was unfazed. Instead she frowned and plopped down next to him.

'Funnily enough, I'd figured that out myself. Why, though?' He sighed, she could be so incredibly stupid sometimes. 'It's because that thing -' and he pointed at the offending object  '-is not for grown men! Or for grown ANYBODY!'

Her frown deepened. 'It's just a one-time thing! I have to put up with your stupid  ABBA records every time we go on a long road trip -' He gasped angrily. 'You said you liked those!'

'Well, I do and I'm not lying,' she said exasperatedly. 'I'm just wondering why you can't do the same thing for me!'

He threw his hands up in despair. 'It represents an ideal world where ironically stereotypes still persist! And - come on - it's so childish.'

She was foaming at the mouth now. 'Did you think of all those words by yourself?' she asked sarcastically. 'For your information, this one doesn't have any of that. And - no, listen to me!' she shouted as he opened his mouth to retaliate. 'You're such a hypocrite! What do you want from me? One moment you're saying you're glad I'm some wacky 500-Shades-of-Summer girl, dressed in sweats, blowing raspberrys at Taylor Swift, and screaming inappropriate shit at the top of my voice, and the next moment you want me to put my hair up and talk about the existential crisis that pervades our race while watching Night and Fog. Yes, I loved that too, that's not the point!' she screamed when he got to his feet.

Then her eyes grew big. 'Why am I - just me,  all of me - not enough?' He stopped, gaping. This was NOT how things were supposed to go. How did this discussion end up being about her?

She was still looking at him dolefully. Her eyes grew bigger; they were starting to become suspiciously shiny, too.  'Do you have to categorize everything you do or like? I guess - I just,' here she laughed sadly , and his heart contracted even more. 'I just miss the days we could cut ourselves some slack, have a laugh without analyzing every bit of what we do together.'

He sighed and bent his head. She was right, of course. He just wished he wasn't so upset about it - he hated feeling  guilty when he'd started out all righteous. She was good at giving him the most vicious reality checks.

He finally looked up to smile at her. 'All right,' he said. 'Just - next time, don't guilt trip me into watching Mulan with you again. Just ask me once, I'll do it.'

The joy that lit her face was brilliant. 'Yay! And I just got the DVD player working again too. I've never missed watching  Mulan each year, ever since I was three,' she babbled excitedly as he snuggled up next to her. He grinned; she really did want to share something she loved so much with him. And although it made him all the more ashamed of himself, he couldn't help but feel a little honoured, too. He - well, he loved her, he thought, ducking his head and blushing to himself.

It was an hour and a half before he could pick his jaw off the floor. 'This. Movie. Is. The. BEST,' he said, a tingling down his spine signalling the same. He'd had it before, when he first watched Trainspotting. 'It was so great, especially the part where she-' he said, turning to her before stopping short. She was curled up tightly around his back...and asleep.

Well, that was just great, he grumbled in his head, wiggling so that his nose was level  with her throat, and he could breathe her in. I'll make her regret this thoroughly; tomorrow I'm going to download every Disney princess movie and force her to watch them with me, and then we'll move to stuff I like - the whole American Pie series, and all the worst Sacha Baron Cohen ones, and then -

He was asleep within seconds.

Caged

All in honour of Southpaw's release. I love movies about fighters. Above is a picture of Casey Affleck from Out Of The Furnace - not a flick about a fighter, but boy was he good in it!

Shadows

First thing I notice are the shadows

Swilling, distracting

I concentrate, and am distracted

Roars

They grow louder and louder

Harsh, demanding

I can't see beyond the red

Dirt

What I see every time

Down, dying

Every time I'm knocked down

Shake

It's what my body does

Sneering, snarling

Behind the cage, stay you cowards

Ring

My home, my downfall

Pulling, pushing

I bleed into the sawdust quietly

Haaah

Haah, haah, haah, haah

Haah, haah,

Haah, haah, haah, haah, haah

Saving

Life's saving grace is

Realizing, sucking

You know you can't get worse

Wake

I wake, I glare

Swallowing, licking

The crimson froth off my knuckles

Scream

Scream all you want

Bawling, snorting

It's all you know, you motherf-kers

Grin

It's all I do

Smirking, beckoning

Come at me, you sweating bastard

Come

I'm ready for you

Hop, hop

Balls of your feet, shift, shift

Day of reckoning

Time to beat ya

To the ground; I been there loads of times

It's your turn now

and so the bell tolls.

New Year, New Life

Yes, we know that it's just another day. There's no massive epiphany, no golden revelation, no opening of the wardrobe to find a whole new world out there. 2015 will, for many of us, be the same mouldy old box, covered in posters taped to the door and filled with the same clothes, most unwashed and some never worn.

Yet, it's a new year, NEW YEAR, something that's never been experienced on this earth before and never will be. We humans are very good at branding - we can give anything a fresh name, a fresh identity, and put a spin on an old story to make it sound like we're listening to it for the first time, even if the characters are the same, the plot familiar and the turn of events eerily similar to something we feel like we've experienced before. Déjà vu, ladies and gentlemen. We create it.

It's when one reads Facebook statuses like, 'This year sucked. Hope the next one's better', that a gasp of a guffaw escapes the throat. No, friends, this year will not be better. You will have the same worries, the same inescapable sorrow, the insecurities which are but fraternal twins of those in the past.  Déjà vu, again. You re-create it in different packaging.

So I say, if we're so skilled at deluding ourselves, why not use that superpower for good? See what I did there - putting a Marvel/DC spin on things, the whole 'greater power, greater responsibility' spiel.  You see, we make the product, and we design modern packaging as well. So why not use up that unlimited employment discount - make something for yourself?

Do a good deed everyday to feel that warmth inside - which is just you patting yourself on the back. Read all kinds of books - especially the ones that reflect on every seam stitched in life's fabric, just so you can have those 'intellectual' conversations you've always wanted to be part of. Travel to get away. Learn to cook to avoid making instant noodles the only delicious thing in your life because you're broke. Make friends to get invited to parties so you can surround yourself with people, anything two-legged with half a brain and a heart and a human face so you never have to feel lonely. Plus, there's always Snapchat.

In short, do what you have to do to be happy. Make life the way you want it to be, so that every time you leap into the sea, you can pretend that each wave is a chance to emerge as something original. That you're not just standing like a fool as you become soaked to the skin. 2015, truly, can be a better year.

There's a Scott F. Fitzgerald quote that is especially significant at this point - “So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.” The storm will be ever present, the current forever unyielding, the boats tiresomely weak against the power of the waves. And yet, they continue to tread that treacherous water body.

Be not resistant against the flow of time, friends. Life will go on, each moment exactly like the previous. We're fighting a losing battle, but we're still fighting. Choose to live your lives the way you wish to live them. Choose to let go, to start afresh, to witness, what is actually, a new year.

Happy new year!