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This and That
Jan. 19th, 2013 09:34 amCeleste and Jesse Forever made me really, really sad. Though, of course, Rashida Jones is far more appealing than I could ever be. Ditto B versus Andy Samberg.
These days talking to B is a bit like talking to the title character in Flowers For Algernon after the smart drugs wear off. And I was thinking the other night how unanchored that makes me feel. It hits me at odd moments -- there is nothing to tie my heart to. Because even if B didn't love me anymore, at least the knowledge that there was someone who could speak the native language – even if he chose not to – made me feel less alone.
But B is demonstrably not the same person he was when we were together. You could argue that's the passage of time, I suppose, but I actually think it's his disease process. He's not as smart as he used to be. He knows it too.
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In other news, I finally wrote the Insurance Adjuster a pleasant note saying that I didn't want to see him again. I think I may have leaned a little too far backward trying to spare his pride, because he immediately wrote me back telling me that of course I wanted to see him again because we'd had good eye contact and obviously had many things in common, not to mention our physical chemistry – "You are just scared because finally you have met a Real Man."
BUSTED! Damn.
Cassandra and Allan are singing this afternoon with the Mineola Choral Society. Their atonal Bernstein piece gives me goose bumps when I heard them practicing around the house. The full orchestral version should be quite something.
These days talking to B is a bit like talking to the title character in Flowers For Algernon after the smart drugs wear off. And I was thinking the other night how unanchored that makes me feel. It hits me at odd moments -- there is nothing to tie my heart to. Because even if B didn't love me anymore, at least the knowledge that there was someone who could speak the native language – even if he chose not to – made me feel less alone.
But B is demonstrably not the same person he was when we were together. You could argue that's the passage of time, I suppose, but I actually think it's his disease process. He's not as smart as he used to be. He knows it too.
In other news, I finally wrote the Insurance Adjuster a pleasant note saying that I didn't want to see him again. I think I may have leaned a little too far backward trying to spare his pride, because he immediately wrote me back telling me that of course I wanted to see him again because we'd had good eye contact and obviously had many things in common, not to mention our physical chemistry – "You are just scared because finally you have met a Real Man."
BUSTED! Damn.
Cassandra and Allan are singing this afternoon with the Mineola Choral Society. Their atonal Bernstein piece gives me goose bumps when I heard them practicing around the house. The full orchestral version should be quite something.
