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The Illogicality of Commonsense

By Stanley Collymore

At first I wasn’t in the least interested in you. 
But then, why should I be? You, after all, 
are an unmarried and out-of-work mum 
just turned 23 and, additionally and 
quite evidently in the general mix 
of things and significantly for 
me, the single parent to 
a five year old son.

On the other hand I’m much older than 
you; am mutually and longstandingly 
divorced with no dependent 
children to take care of or seriously 
worry about as they’re all now adults in 
their own right; and who furthermore 
have voluntarily and with my full 
blessing vacated their parental 
home to creditably create 
productive and very 
successful lives 
of their own.

Smoothing the progression to a relished and 
even selfish situation on my part, as you 
can clearly see, where I’m entirely 
free without the obligatory 
familial responsibilities 
I previously had: challenging yet delightfully 
rewarding as these were, to now possess 
and thoroughly enjoy the satisfactory 
and even perfect life I happily 
have and can comfortably 
as well afford to lead.

Or worst luck, were this not so, find myself 
seductively entreated by and even possibly 
succumbing to the unrelenting forces 
of unwarranted encumbrances or 
emotional complications, that were I not 
to strictly maintain my vigilance or be 
resolutely level-headed enough 
concerning such matters that 
realistically could disastrously affect me 
romantically, emotionally or even financially 
and thus proscribe my ability to pre-emptively 
and resourcefully head them off before they step 
in and, unfortunately for me, irreparably ruin 
the solace, peace of mind and the general 
contentment with life which I have, 
would unquestionably, I must confess, 
be nothing less than an out and 
out major catastrophe!

So why then, other than by virtue of temporary
insanity, should I perversely risk any or all 
that I’ve diligently worked for in life and 
fortunately have for someone like you, who 
moreover is half my age, has nothing comparable 
in exchange to offer me, and whose personal life 
at twenty three has only just begun – even though 
it’s been copiously littered, fraught with and 
punctuated by numerous contradictions, 
life-changing mistakes: some of them avoidably 
so but nevertheless dare-deviledly embarked 
upon by you and thoughtlessly brought 
upon yourself; or come to that 
ill-judgements galore? 

While in marked contrast my life: very organized, 
considerably experienced and cerebrally thought 
out, couldn’t be any more different from yours. And 
while too, sensibly, pragmatically and using every 
adjectival definition that I can think of to bolster 
this opinion of you and confidently reassure 
myself you’re undeniably the wrong 
woman for me, why then is commonsense, 
notwithstanding all this and with its characteristically 
routine and punctiliously active participation in 
everything that I do; now choosing instead 
to deliberately take a backseat in this 
singular confrontation between 
my heart and my head?

© Stanley V. Collymore
7 April 2013.

Copyright © Stanley Collymore

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