Chaotic Work, Chaotic Love

I have learned that sometimes the trade off is worse than what was replaced. I traded service at one agency for service at another agency. Although my trade-off for the week kept me out of harm's way, the replacement played havoc with my sweet life. Thus far, I have lived a work life of utter luxury and selfishness. This week took that life away. It was horrible! I've only been at this for 2 days (at the time this blog was originally written). Already my chakras are out of wack!

After 2 days I had plenty to complain about, although most of it had to do with the disruption of my leisure work life. Luckily, I was able to get a romance novel to take off the edge. I've read this particular novel before, but this second reading is still as exceptional at the 1st time.

I have known for years that my early life introduction to naughty romance novels has greatly and heavily my beliefs on romance, love and relationships. For years I refused to read romance novels. I believed they were symbols of disillusionment. I believed they perpetrated the myths that women were either Madonnas or whores, needed to be saved by strong, virile, wealthy men. It also reinforced the ever present theory of the ultimate desire of white women. Historical romance novels of Blacks always start during the wild west era and involve the Klan. Who wants that constant reminder?

So I spend my mornings and days listening to someone that is more unsure of himself than a 15 year old boy on the cusp of manhood and my nights reading about a life that I could never be a part of and not really wanting to be a part of. I often wonder to myself if the absence of a romance novel in a female's life leads her to inappropriate relationships? For all the entertainment of a romance novel, they also serve as a love guide. True love is always spelled out in the basic manners: the love interest is always gallant, never abusive, always afraid of love for some crazy reason, a reformed male whore, and always willing to overlook the flaws of his woman love because of his undying love. Rules to live and incidentally love by.

Well the week ended and I survived the week of boredom and training chaos. The romance novel ended, but another was taken up in it's place. One day I will get back to serious reading and learn something that is pertinent to my career, but I am in no hurry.