BACHELOR RECAP: PIGMANIA AND VARIOUS OTHER FORMS OF DERANGEMENT
Is Caila Weeping Material?
Is Caila
going to be his crying buddy? Because
every “getting to know each other” date should include the non-negotiable potential
deal breaker question…..“Will you spend time crying with me”? And it is even more imperative that this
fundamental question of compatibility be posed by the male suitor.
Ok Ben.
I hear
you.
Caila’s
smiling tendencies seem to be on overdrive.
Is there a real human under there who at times feels something other
than happiness?
Yes Ben.
There is.
There is a
person who told you that she thinks that she will break your heart.
Most likely
while sporting a large, immovable, heartfelt smile.
And once she
told you that she will likely chew you up and spit you out and confirm your
biggest “I am unlovable” fear she quickly realized that perhaps she had
committed a dangerous faux pas. One that
might cost her her Bachelor Champion dreams.
So she backpedaled and pretended that she never said that she would
shatter your fragile heart. And
shockingly, in some twisted way, managed to convince you that what she really
meant was that she was in love with you because she felt understood by
you.
Exsqueeze
me?
Ben…..allow
me to translate Caila’s not so veiled message;
‘Ben, you
are way more into me than I am you; I will likely break your very vulnerable
heart. But in the meantime I really want
to win this Bachelor Game – so I take that back – and I am going to talk
inanely (which will be conveniently characterized as “endearingly confusing”)
while I search for a way to strike those words (which shall send me packing) from
the record.
I know.
I’ve got it.
I’ll say
that the real underlying issue is that I feel understood’.
Of course
Caila.
That makes
perfect sense.
Because
feeling understood always leads to an inability to share and to a gnawing
feeling that you will hurt the one person who finally understands you.
Ben, Caila
will not be your crying partner.
She will be
your crying maker.
Run.
With speed.
Leah
You were a
surprise.
An
unpleasant one.
You appeared
sweet.
I even had
sympathy for you when you did not get the one on one date with Ben.
For a while.
A little
while.
And then
sympathy turned to “please disconnect this woman’s mic”.
And quickly your
true colours began to emerge.
They were
not warm, soft, pretty pastel colours.
They were
dark, lying, vindictive colours.
While you
were going on and on (and on and on and on and on) about the injustice of not
being picked for the one on one date – your central point seemed to be that -
you were absolutely irresistibly wonderful.
As you saw it….”He’s an idiot not to give me a chance”. And if Ben gave you a chance and got to know
you - he would fall madly in love.
Because to know you (in your mind) is to adore you.
Well Leah –
we certainly did get to know you.
And the certain
outcome you felt would be a natural by-product of getting to know you - was
not.
Quite the
opposite.
You were a
creeper villain – came out of nowhere and pounced – and your ability to lie, like
Caila smiles, was deeply disturbing.
May girls in
your future treat you as you did them.
Justice was
served.
Your
arrogant and condescending ways were unbearable.
The degree
of your self-absorption bordered on personality disorderish.
Perhaps
someone should gently inform you that conversing with fellow humans is a two
way street.
It appears
that your “in tuneness with your body” overlooked your ears.
You seem
oblivious to their purpose.
Pigmania
And last but
not least.
A brief recommendation
to the event planners at Bachelor Headquarters – and to their supervisors.
Please
immediately enroll those employees who believed that a nightmare pig feeding
frenzy would actually be a rip roaring good time into an intensive weekend workshop
entitled “The Fundamentals of Fun; An in depth exploration of the essential differences
between a good time and hell”.
The Bachelor
may be on the hook for single-handedly leading the Bahamas to complete
bankruptcy.
Hope the
island has sources of income other than tourism.
Ben.
May the
force be with you.
You seem to
need it.
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