Nothing changes on new yearÂ’s day (U2)
What should, would, could change anyway? Just another day, another step (still limping on crutches), another smile, another sunshine, another disappointment. What else is new?
Crutches turned out to be a very interesting experience. People notice me in a different way, maybe because I move in a different rhythm, maybe because crutches don't fit the healthy image of the rest of me. Of course, it depends on people too, sometimes it's the ones who deserve a break themselves, like the elderly, who are the nicest and try to help. Theory again - some of the old people in this neighborhood are from the times it was upscale and inhabited by upscale folks, while younger ones tend to be on the upstart side. Theory two - those who are vulnerable themselves are more sensitive, unless they are too self-centered and tripping on their existential pain of living that is.
The crutches also prompt brief conversations with people whom I know vaguely, like local shopkeepers, and even some whom I never met before. One lady was especially touching. In a few minutes she essentially told me the story of her life, how much she loved her departed husband to whom she was married for 52 years and how she still misses him. He died 5 years ago after the second hip replacement surgery, thus the crutches reminded her of him... I tried to comfort her, because she's so lucky to have had him for so long, love and passion of her life since she was 16. It is sure heartbreaking that she lost him, but she had him and a long life together... That's so much more than many people get.
So I limp around and hear all the "get well" wishes from strangers, I get support from virtual people too, and guess what, that one person I might eventually-probably-tinsy-weensy-bit count on for "comfort and company" didn't even ask if I needed help. Not that I would have asked for help, but the above mentioned comfort and company is always nice when you're sick. Whatever.
Which leads to another issue, still unresolved. What's the rock bottom minimum requirement for a relationship between two adults of opposing sexes? A virtual friend replied: a dick and a pussy. Mhm, that's a basic requirement for a shag, not for a relationship, however loosely we apply the term. I'm not talking about love, but some respect and a little caring would be nice. Not sleeping around would be advisable and healthy thing too. Especially in regard to sleeping with confused and tormented people who sleep with other people and so on...
Oh well, it's not like this day is going to end or start anything but a calandar year. Right? Right.
What should, would, could change anyway? Just another day, another step (still limping on crutches), another smile, another sunshine, another disappointment. What else is new?
Crutches turned out to be a very interesting experience. People notice me in a different way, maybe because I move in a different rhythm, maybe because crutches don't fit the healthy image of the rest of me. Of course, it depends on people too, sometimes it's the ones who deserve a break themselves, like the elderly, who are the nicest and try to help. Theory again - some of the old people in this neighborhood are from the times it was upscale and inhabited by upscale folks, while younger ones tend to be on the upstart side. Theory two - those who are vulnerable themselves are more sensitive, unless they are too self-centered and tripping on their existential pain of living that is.
The crutches also prompt brief conversations with people whom I know vaguely, like local shopkeepers, and even some whom I never met before. One lady was especially touching. In a few minutes she essentially told me the story of her life, how much she loved her departed husband to whom she was married for 52 years and how she still misses him. He died 5 years ago after the second hip replacement surgery, thus the crutches reminded her of him... I tried to comfort her, because she's so lucky to have had him for so long, love and passion of her life since she was 16. It is sure heartbreaking that she lost him, but she had him and a long life together... That's so much more than many people get.
So I limp around and hear all the "get well" wishes from strangers, I get support from virtual people too, and guess what, that one person I might eventually-probably-tinsy-weensy-bit count on for "comfort and company" didn't even ask if I needed help. Not that I would have asked for help, but the above mentioned comfort and company is always nice when you're sick. Whatever.
Which leads to another issue, still unresolved. What's the rock bottom minimum requirement for a relationship between two adults of opposing sexes? A virtual friend replied: a dick and a pussy. Mhm, that's a basic requirement for a shag, not for a relationship, however loosely we apply the term. I'm not talking about love, but some respect and a little caring would be nice. Not sleeping around would be advisable and healthy thing too. Especially in regard to sleeping with confused and tormented people who sleep with other people and so on...
Oh well, it's not like this day is going to end or start anything but a calandar year. Right? Right.
posted by Karyatis at 2:41 am
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