Blog Entry
They are marked by a wide and greatly varying set of
characteristics, all sharing the same core feature, which is the extreme
annoyance they cause. They chatter loudly, animatedly, senselessly and with
hardly the foggiest as to what their long-winded and extemporary tirades are
intended to achieve. They love it when the general populace envisages them as
god’s great representatives on earth. They read with great zest and with faces
contorted into comical proportions by sheer dint of the sanctimoniousness of
their beings, the very scriptures which condemn their behaviors, but these
persons are beyond reproach in their own eyes in their monomaniac clutch on
religion. They seldom have any great material wealth, and sagacity in the
making of decisions is alien to them, having their own lives riddled with bad
decisions, yet they are always the first people to offer advice, which they
give in no short-supply, and with a peremptory nature about it. No valued
reader, I do not possess any love for the nosy, gossipy, loquacious and
invidious woman!
The other day I had the misfortune of waking up to what
seemed like a train passing through our living room. To add to my misery was a
malodorous stomach which sent me scampering over to the lavatory halved-over in
sheer discomfort. As I raced there, I had peeped into the living room, and
discovered there a woman talking furiously. As I sat down to empty my bowels,
(painfully so), bits and pieces of the conversational thread found their way
behind that door. It turns out that there had been a death of a former tenant
(or someone else that these women knew somehow), and whether by dint of the
magnitude and severity of their grief, or if it was to recount as much of the
deceased’s life as quickly as possible, or just the excitement at another
chance to showcase the great humanity and feeling engendered to these women by
the creator; whatever the reason, they found it necessary to converse in tones
nigh approaching those of full-blown expostulation. The one woman in question I
have to live with, being resident in her house whilst attending college, whilst
the other is but a neighbor, a rather penurious one I gather.
It’s always a sight to see these women in the height of
their excitement, and obsequies, nuptials and other such auspicious occasions
are when this excitement reaches dizzying heights. They harass, harangue and
cajole everyone to the point of exhaustion. This incommodious and otiose
behavior betrays the excitement in them, which their every other action is at
pains to disguise. For instance, there is the slow saunter of the pained
individual, the dragged feet, the melancholic facial expressions and other
manifestations of that afore-mentioned humanity tainted with sanctimoniousness
and downright playacting.
It is when I observe such persons that I very much
contemplate spending my life a solitary, bohemian existence which nevertheless
would be free of such needless drama and sorrow. But then again, I cannot help
but tergiversate about that line of thought, for when one does find the right
one; it could and would make life much more bearable and worthwhile.
More will be said on ‘those women’ and with greater
succinctness and less glibness later on. In this particular blog I wanted to
assure myself that my ability to be grandiosely grandiloquent yet exists.
Needless to say, it took longer to type this than it would have been a couple
of years back when I was feasting on Mr. Charles Dickens’ works!
