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My first unrequitable love has moved to Melbourne. My husband is heavily involved in musical theatre (in more ways than one). My drinking buddy slash pro bono shrink now sleeps less than 10 metres from me. I have no friends left.
I spent the afternoon with a Taiwanese tourist whom I helped find Taka's Kitchen last week in the city. Few if any of you will be familiar with my policy of, unless I'm in an extreme hurry (which I rarely am), escorting anyone who asks me for directions to as near the destination as I can. (I forgive your ignorance of the policy btw, it doesn't mean that you don't care; just that you've never had the misfortune of asking me for directions.) I omit herein the numerous tedious examples I'm able to recall offhand, but assure you that it is a policy applied indiscriminately and consistently.
And kindness (with a little sociopathy thrown in) does pay off; it brings people to you. We ferried to Sth Perth and back, strolled through UWA, snacked at Jester's. It wasn't as romantic as it sounds. Gosh, what do you take me for?
However, at this rate I don't know how I'm gonna fill the fresh gaping vacancies by autumn, being the anticipated onset of my next quarter-life crisis, when I shall no doubt require many a sympathetic ear and corkscrew owner.
I spent the afternoon with a Taiwanese tourist whom I helped find Taka's Kitchen last week in the city. Few if any of you will be familiar with my policy of, unless I'm in an extreme hurry (which I rarely am), escorting anyone who asks me for directions to as near the destination as I can. (I forgive your ignorance of the policy btw, it doesn't mean that you don't care; just that you've never had the misfortune of asking me for directions.) I omit herein the numerous tedious examples I'm able to recall offhand, but assure you that it is a policy applied indiscriminately and consistently.
And kindness (with a little sociopathy thrown in) does pay off; it brings people to you. We ferried to Sth Perth and back, strolled through UWA, snacked at Jester's. It wasn't as romantic as it sounds. Gosh, what do you take me for?
However, at this rate I don't know how I'm gonna fill the fresh gaping vacancies by autumn, being the anticipated onset of my next quarter-life crisis, when I shall no doubt require many a sympathetic ear and corkscrew owner.
posted by In2MeC at 11:23 pm
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"Hope is the thing with feathers,
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all..."
-Emily Dickinson
Maybe the above quote's too optimistic; I'll provide an ear, but not the corkscrew.
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading--treading--till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through--
And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum--
Kept beating--beating--till I thought
My Mind was going numb--
And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space--began to toll,
As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary, here--
And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down--
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing--then--
-- Emily Dickinson
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