Rings

I am still wondering about the moon. I'm not a day person so, for me, the sun can really cease to exist. I don't like it, it burns my skin. The moon is so much more forgiving, you can even look at it and not go blind. And night-time for me, is when life really starts. No I am not a night party junkie. I never was. My idea of a good night out has always been some non-alcoholic cocktail, followed by dinner, or watching 3 movies in a row armed with a fresh popcorn supply each time, or perhaps the theatre, or opera, but it's difficult to get to sit down and watch an opera when you're a musician because so very much often then not you're engaged in it. And there's one word for me, engaged. It's all about love suddenly turning serious, and for the ones who love diamonds, they're finally getting the rock on their finger. But engaged is also plastered on toilet doors, and my guess is there's no sparkling rock happening in there. I have been engaged, plenty of times, each time the rock graduating itself to a higher level. And I love diamonds. But I hate engagement rings. Perhaps because it's something which shows you're taken, when really nobody ever gets taken. We are still the same person we decide to be. So, in future I will never get engaged, but of course I'll want the diamond. Just the rock on any finger works our fine for me, especially if it's an 8 carat. But still without the office of it. And then come wedding rings which are so plain that they make the shiny mineral look hideous. And you're stuck with it all your life. Oh God. With fashion changing every season, wouldn't a girl want to change her ring just as often? And what exactly is there to shout about a plain gold/platinum band? Nothing. When I decide to get married, which will probably be soon; as soon as I push myself one last bit, there will be no bland ring. How about a whole stack of them? That's a better idea.