The world it spins for you.
Okay. So it is like this.
Head first, or tail?
Not that I know which is which, really.
It has one straight end, and a well-balanced curl on the other.
But you see, I have never had a candy cane before. Now I have to deal with two.
If you have a gingerbread man, do you first carefully pick out the colourful buttons on its body, one by one?
Casually bite its head off with nary a qualm nor guilt?
And then only pluck its short, stubby limbs off with a satisfying, resounding crack?
Some people prefer to lick the cream off their Oreos clean before dunking the whole thing into a glass of milk anyway.
Or listen to music albums in its entirety, painstakingly arranged according to tracklist, chronologically, instead of putting them on easygoing shuffle mode.
And so it is that I wonder, why do these – oh, not one but two – particular new romantic comedies have to strike a chord in me?
(One is marketed as this year’s Love Actually – and the other could almost be 2007’s answer to About a Boy.)
I might just as well go for both, but honestly… I wonder: is this a wise move? To be caught watching these movies all alone and by myself, in the cinema – while lovey dovey couples trade soft whispers and snuggle up to each other in the dark behind me?
Oh God, I fear I am turning into a romantic.