A diminutive octogenarian visits her husband every day. He is blind. He is deaf. He is severely demented. He does not recognise her. At best, he introduces her as “an old friend”. At his worst, he hits her because she is poisoning him. She walks backwards. Both of her hands hold onto his, guiding him to the toilet, the dinning room, to his bed. As I watch her, I wonder, “what do you see in him?” If relationships are based on one personality connecting with another, is this a freak of nature? I assume the past that they shared, is like a pair of x ray vision glasses. It pierces through the mask of dementia to reveal the good soul. They are expensive nowadays. The price of “self” had rocketed and there is no sign of the market slowing down. The reserve bank of religion tries to raise the interest rates on sex, drugs and morals but it doesn’t work. Perhaps there is more awareness of the subprime crisis on commitment now. I liquidised the investment on relationships to the hedged fund of a career. The assets of self esteem from the hedge fund of a career are subject to a huge performance fee paid for by time and effort. I tried several managed fund of good upright Christian boys. They sought my meagre self as money worthwhile to pursue for business. So I put down my assets for them to manage. I understand it has been known as a safe and profitable investment strategy that often yields fruitful lifelong relationships. However, I find it strangely unsatisfying. At my own cost, I pulled out of these early. Finally, for one as reclusive as me, I retreated to the ultra conservative term investment of the internet. I gathered that I would not find a reasonable return of a soul mate but I suppose at least I won’t run into a loss. Although, I guess, subconsciously, I am still hoping for some sort of return… Now, if anyone understands what I’ve just written here, I salute you and will happily throw you a drink, even if it is just on facebook J