picture postcards

Its always nice when someone makes a promise. Especially a nice promise- one that makes you happy, one that makes you think that maybe tomorrow will be better, one that makes you believe that perhaps this promise is for real. We've all know promises like that.

Sometimes these promises are kept- all well and good- good on ya buddy! Then there are times when these promises are not kept, but flouted and broken on purpose, like clockwork. Almost like someone put a schedule to the un-breaking, non-keeping of these promises. But these are clear cut types.

What happens when the promises are kept- but only sort of. Promise. Promiss. Small difference, big difference. Broken rather, by default rather than design. Because something always comes up, something always needs immediate attention, something dire, crucial, oh-so-important that needs to be taken care of first. Excuses wearing the operatic mask of truth and the unchangable must-dos. So the promise is not really broken, but only just. Like a criminal getting off on some chain-of-command technicality. After all, he was willing to plead, just not serve the time. Smart thing to do really.

So I've learnt a new kind of promise, a kind of promise we, perhaps, all should learn to make, because we never really have to keep it. So come onboard the bandwagon those of us who wish to make the vows that make us look good, help us seal the deal, to score the hit. After all, it is a promise. Well, not really, but only just.

"Cos something always comes up, somethings always makes her stay. Still no picture postcard from LA." We learn something new everyday.