Pessimism

…..”torn between two lovers, feelin’ like a fool, loving you both is breaking all the rules…..”   That classic ballad from the 1970s, sung by brunette songstress Mary McGregor, kept playing  through her mind as she contemplated her future and commiserated over the atrocious  bind she found herself embroiled within.  What was she to do anyway?!  Was there some way out of this shambolic mess?  As the undisputed fulcrum to this love triangle, could she somehow succeed in making three people happy when her best instincts kept telling her the real number was more apt to be zero?  Some might call her present predicament an embarrassment of riches; she was well aware of that and could hardly take issue with the frank assessment.  I mean, put yourself in her shoes for a second and just imagine…..being loved simultaneously and madly by two exquisite, yet diametrically opposite, suitors!!  Desirability squared!!!  Nirvana on planet Earth, right?!  The envy of every woman on the planet!  Yet she nonetheless struggled to find any sort of  silver lining in this weird cataclysm.  Rather, she could much sooner foresee the worst case scenario developing and developing breathtakingly quickly too, and that would be that instead of winding up with TWO exemplary lovers who she could call her own and count on for creditable companionship, she would ultimately end up with neither and find herself back at square one—lonely as before, a little bit older and more tarnished now, and squarely on the road to spinsterhood…..