I honestly love [and obsess about] blogging. In an ideal world I would blog every day about the topics I think about blogging about during the day when im doing other things.
Today's topic - ME.
For the past few months I've been ill due to an infected gallbladder which I had removed a week from tomorrow. According to the doctor, my gallbladder has been infected for a very long time. Strangely I've only be sick since Christmas time. Luckily the surgery was "minimally inivasive" and I'll make it out with three tiny scars.
On a personally more exciting note, I'm happy for Hugh Hefner and Holly Madison.
Holly lives with Hugh in the Playboy Mansion alongside his other girlfriends Kendra Wilkinson and Bridget Marquardt but twice-married Hugh believes that she’s really the one for him.
He told the Daily Mail recently: “I love her more than either of the two women I married.”
“She completes me. Everything I do is more enjoyable because I share it with her. We have common interests in movies and in music and we are very compatible sexually.
“Am I going to marry Holly? I don’t think so. She’s as close as I’ve found in my life to a soulmate. I’ve seen what marriage does to a soulmate. People stop trying.”
“But I do think that eventually Holly and I will have a monogamous relationship. Do Kendra and Bridget know that? Sure, it’s fine with them. They are here for different reasons.”
He added that he is currently enjoying his life more than he has than any of his preceeding 80 years: “This is the best time of my life. Who in this world, on this planet, has a better life than I do? Nobody.”
“If I had a chance to live again, I would hope I would be me again. In other words, it doesn’t get better than this. I still have a sense of wonder at how far I’ve come, and I’m not going to lose that. I think I’m the luckiest guy on the planet.”
I think it's too bad that Hugh hadn't been born sixty years later or that Holly hadn't been born sixty years earlier. Huge and Holly get a lot of snickering because of the age gap, but sometimes it makes me think. I find myself bouncing from relationship to relationship [relationship is a very generous and loose term here] trying to find "the one", but what if fate wills us apart? I used to think that some people are ment to be single because their "one" died in a car accident when they were 12 or he lives in a underdeveloped tribe in the unexplored and untamed wilderness of Africa; But I never once thought of the possibility of him being born sixty, three hundred or a thousand years before or after me.
But until I meet
my soulmate, I don't mind living vicariously through Hugh and Holly.