Why silence is golden.
There's a Sunday morning radio show called Love Songs. By unfortunate chance I fell on it last weekend. It was stunning. I couldn't turn it off. People ringing in to proclaim their love. Stuff like, "Sharon is my rock. I love her more than life itself. I love her more with every day that passes."
Or "Brian is my guardian angel. He means everything to me. He is my sun, my moon, my stars".
Each message is just a little more sickening than the last. And then comes the appalling choice of music - Lady In Red, Three Times A Lady and the like. Who are these desperately insecure people who feel the need to proclaim their love over the airwaves?
I'd like a re-run of the programme one year later. They'll all have separated.
The relationships that last are not built on public displays of affection - holding hands and the like. These are the kiss of death.
Keep contact to a minimum. Manoeuvre around each other.
And don't be afraid of silence. Silence is a good thing. Love songs are a bad thing. Thoughts?
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|Publication:||The Journal (Newcastle, England)|
|Date:||Jun 6, 2003|
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