Whenever somebody asks about Joy, I cant help but remember the nursery story; "The Ugly Duckling". Yep, Joy is a duck. But, unlike the story, this duck is being adoredin the highest echelons by her buddies... I am of one of those.
This duck, I can reason with and argue with, from the Principles of Faith to Basic Instinct. *wink*
It is a divine, immaculate misconception to think that Joy is uhm,-masungit. Ducks are often misjudged that way ( look at Donald ). But behind that grumpy (?) facade lies a hopeless romatic. And a giver, so generous, she makes St. Francis Xavier blush.
But amidst all these, she remains single. I would pay a king's ransom to one day see Joy being swept off her feet. To be in love. To be corny, giddy, and to wear that silly grin that we often see from people who are in love. And just like the story, maybe then we will all see, what she has always been meant to be- a Swan.
