Well, I've got two friends now. Which is not too shabby.
Really, when you think about it, they're both ideal.
One's an animated lecher, with a heavy drinking habit, and a fondness for loud clothing.
The other's a tall girl from Canada. Hmmm.... she's a girl, she's from Canada, and she's marked as my friend. Holy shit, I've got a girl-friend in Canada! I haven't had one of those since 7th grade!
On a completely unrelated note, I had a dream about my father last night. He was alive, and very old. And that got me to thinking a bit.
Mom never got over his death, and 23 years on, I don't think she ever will. On the one hand, that's sort of a beautiful notion, in a dreary, Edgar Allan Poe way: a love so strong it precludes love with another, even after the beloved is long gone. On the other hand, and in the more realistic sense, it makes me very sad. If we get only one go round in life, and if there's nothing after, then mom has committed herself to a life of sadness, of longing, and living in a shroud of memories.
That's not what I'd want for my wife, and I'm sure it's not what dad would have wanted. If I died today, I'd want my wife to find someone else, someday. The thought of her secluding herself away makes me very, very sad. Fortunately, I don't think it's in her nature to hide away from the world.
Not that I plan on dying, of course. But who ever does?
Really, when you think about it, they're both ideal.
One's an animated lecher, with a heavy drinking habit, and a fondness for loud clothing.
The other's a tall girl from Canada. Hmmm.... she's a girl, she's from Canada, and she's marked as my friend. Holy shit, I've got a girl-friend in Canada! I haven't had one of those since 7th grade!
On a completely unrelated note, I had a dream about my father last night. He was alive, and very old. And that got me to thinking a bit.
Mom never got over his death, and 23 years on, I don't think she ever will. On the one hand, that's sort of a beautiful notion, in a dreary, Edgar Allan Poe way: a love so strong it precludes love with another, even after the beloved is long gone. On the other hand, and in the more realistic sense, it makes me very sad. If we get only one go round in life, and if there's nothing after, then mom has committed herself to a life of sadness, of longing, and living in a shroud of memories.
That's not what I'd want for my wife, and I'm sure it's not what dad would have wanted. If I died today, I'd want my wife to find someone else, someday. The thought of her secluding herself away makes me very, very sad. Fortunately, I don't think it's in her nature to hide away from the world.
Not that I plan on dying, of course. But who ever does?
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