Once again, instead of working, here I am writing about the things I do when I want to shun it.
My choice du jour: reading the most insightful plays on human character, by Oscar Wilde.
Here’s a piece I found particularly pertinent:
– Why do you put us on monstrous pedestals? We have all feet of clay, women as well as men; but when we men love women, we love them knowing their weaknesses…
Taken from An Ideal Husband, this line contains one undeniable truth and maybe one small mistake. I think both men and women put their loved ones on a pedestal – a process which also goes by the name of passion. Then one day they reluctantly discover that the person is not what they had blindly believed, rather that they have so many imperfections they are woken up from the dream and face reality – a process which also goes by the name of breaking up.
What is really bad for all of us is that dreaming is so much more interesting and magical than waking up. What a shame.
Ok, time to go back to work.