Wouldn't it be nifty to leap over tall buildings in a single bound? Wouldn't it be great to be invisible? Wouldn't it be even better if we could negotiate the very early stages of a relationship, in such a way that if we misread the map we don't get crushed on the rocks as the ship splinters before the champagne bottle even gets a chance to break? (Well, maybe a bit OTT!)
Well, it would, wouldn't it? What is also a little more interesting, if that's the right word, is how our relationship map reading skills don't seem to 'hone' with age. If anything, with the passing of time, the ship sets sail in murkier depths, more treacherous seas. I suspect Elizabeth Taylor's navigational relationship skills were hardly honed, in spite of her many trips down the aisle. But, of course, she takes her heart break and aisle-tripping tips to the grave.
My younger son when taking in a good friend has been married three times, said 'She's had three best days of her life!' His take, perhaps not shared by my friend in retrospective moments.
The reality of approaching superannuate-hood, is that we tend not to share the disasters, as let's face it, we've been around long enough, we should be getting it right. Well, we should, shouldn't we?
Heart-mashing, however it is done and at whatever age, still feels exactly the same. The feeling is a bit more familiar as we crumple into our dotage, but alas the feelings are no different for a 17 year-old than a 70 year-old. Funny old things hearts.
Not sure why I'm on this track, and it is rather circuitous, so it might be time to get off it before I get dizzy.
