The Agnetha Factor

I retain this blog in order to air my fears. That being the case, I should confess that the cynic in me who remains undefeated against an army of well-meaning but clueless optimists (co-incidentally happily-married optimists at that), finds himself immersed in the realism of a song by Sweden's golden child, knowing full well the fate which shall befall him:

All the friends I believed in

I believed in for a while

They had their flair

They had their style

But nobody quite got it right

Nobody knew just how it feels to be me

But sometimes when I'm dreaming

And I dream a lot these days

I meet someone who understands

Who leads me through the haze

It's only when I'm dreaming

That I fall in love for real

But I wake up screaming

Sometimes when I'm dreaming

And it's now that I need a friend

I reach out for the phone

Nobody's there nobody's home

Though it may not be right to give up the fight

I'm sailing away, now I'm on my own

Alone...