Here, or there?

This evening I met Pris for dinner. She wanted to get some pretty heels because Aussie shoes are extremely expensive, so we went shoe-shopping. The ones she loved at Hue, we couldn't get sizes for, but she bought them anyway though she knew it wasn't that perfect a fit, just a tad bit bigger. When we found another pair she liked at Nine West, which weren't exactly suitable for everyday casual wear, she couldn't decide if to buy them, though they fit perfectly. She grabbed them anyway.

In this time where we have the freedom to make a choice about almost everything, where many doors are open to us and we only have to decide which to walk through, we are all commitment-phobic, or perhaps paranoid of regret. When we tie ourselves down somewhere, a relationship, or the institution of marriage, we go smoothly along with it until regret surfaces. At that, you'll be glad there is the unprohibited annulment of an engagement. A signature will undo all the mistakes. As hassle-free as voiding a cheque.

In trying to be with a few people at once, via MSN or texting others while we’re with another, and in trying to be at a few places at once, we end up being with no one wholly, and nowhere completely.

Is this why they call us the floating world?