Just imagine, I’m in the library, and instead of using the Online Public Access Catalog to search books, I’m doing this. Eh? Now stop imagining because that’s the truth. That’s what is happening. So what is love? And marriage? This came into my mind after seeing some writings on this table right here saying, “When you love someone, it’s something. When someone loves you, it’s another thing. When you love the person who loves you back, it’s everything.” People who write on walls and seats are geniuses too. Another says, “Behind every great man, there’s a surprised woman.” It’s graffiti everywhere “Marriage is a necessary evil” sounds like it’s from a nerd actuarial guy, and then this => “Yesterday, I attended my friends engagement bash and I wondered what it was like to know that you were to be married, that you would have a home, an income, that you were set up for life. Yet, you are to have achieved all this simply by agreeing to put up with one particular man until he died.” <= If you said this and you are stalking my blog, you must be very cruel in thinking, selfish and materialistic. Please call me, I like such people.
I’m not yet done with gossip. Shifting to the industrial chemistry books’ section, this one hit me on the face like the way you bump into fart as a warm wall of thick air left in a hallway in the hostels, “Marriage is a laboratory, where the specimen is you yourself.” This other one in the gents made sense, and the bugger quoted Jane Austen, who I think is a romantic writer from the 1770s (you may correct me if I’m wrong) => “It is always incomprehensible to a man that a woman should ever refuse an offer of marriage. A man always imagines a woman to be ready for anybody who asks her.” Men, that’s true?
You might think peeps in this campus just do some graffiti on marriage/love lines, but I chose these ones as they seemed juicier. They might be from the same person too, gauging from the hand-writings. Graffiti on the loo walls are myriad. When you think of art you might think of books, films, music and painting. Well, I’m willing to bet that none of you would immediately think toilets. But the evidence is irrefutable. These show beyond a shadow of a doubt that inspiration, wit, artistry and intelligence needn’t be reserved for more ‘high-brow’ environments. If you’re ever lost for words or need a pick me up, it seems like all you have to do is visit a poorly maintained campus toilet. Just look at this:
- Don’t force it!
- Loading… please wait.
- I did coke yesterday, I don’t recommend.
- I pooped in my pants, true story. I’m right now waiting for my friend to bring me other pants!
- I feel like this is the only real mark I’ll make in this world.
- Liz is in the gents.
Wait, what was our topic? I’ll sum up these graffiti with mine, a story which I’ll print nicely and hang up on the entrance to the Graduate Research section of the library. I should be doing this so fast because I just text-cheated the girl I came with here that I just accidentally fell out of one of the library windows and can’t find my way back. Texts are… topic for another day. Look at this:
A student asked a teacher, “What is love? The teacher replied, “In order to answer your question, go to the maize field and choose the biggest maize and come back. But the rule is: you can go through them only once and cannot turn back to pick.” The student went to the field, and going through first row, he saw one big Maize, but he wondered…. ‘Maybe there is a bigger one’. Then he continued the search and saw another bigger one and still wondered….. ‘But maybe there is an even bigger one’ waiting for him. He continued.
Later, when he finished more than half of the maize field, he started to realize that the apparent maize was not as big as the previous ones he saw. It then occurred to him that he had missed the biggest one, and he regretted. So, he wound up and went back to the teacher empty handed.
The teacher told him, “This is love! You kept looking for a better one, but when you realized, you had already missed the person”.
“What is marriage then?” the student asked. The teacher replied, “In order to answer your question, go to the corn field and choose the biggest corn and come back. But the rule is: you can go through them only once and cannot turn back to pick.” The student went off to the corn field, this time he was careful enough not to repeat the previous mistake. When he reached the middle of the field, he had picked one medium-sized corn that he felt could satisfy him, and then went back to the teacher.
The teacher now told him, “This time you brought back a corn. You looked for the one that is JUST NICE, and you have faith and believe that it is the best one for you.
This is marriage!”
This’ what i’ll post on one of the library doors. Looks like this’ the only mark i’ll leave in university, that people will encounter everyday.The topic now makes sense, does it? Blogpost fulfilled :D.