(A is for annus horribilis
What is it about anniversaries and dates that I cannot ignore? Yesterday was 'a year ago today', 'two years ago at this time’, and I could not stop the stream, only sit and stare into space and and be submerged by faces and gestures, things I do not want to write about anymore, not here, or think about, it's only a date, it's only a fucking man-made-invented calendar a convention it's easy to ignore instead of feeling those memories and gestures and faces and events and things, a stream of wishy washy hateful wasteful sentimentalism stop it and smile but forge ahead instead, I was doing so well.
Only occasionally queasy. Normal service will be resumed very soon.)
The snow has stopped.
Soon, I'll be back with an update on the wonderful occurrences in Ysengrin's world of dating.
Michel Simon dans un musée du sexe ?
4 years ago
3 comments:
Dating developments?
Oooh, I'm all a-quiver with the anticipation...don't make us wait too long y'hear?
I've sharpened a new quill in order to take notes
Perhaps you need to embrace or endure the sentimentalism, in order to learn how to carry it forward, and grow from it?
It seems a worse development if you pass old anniversaries unthinkingly, or gritting your teeth and determined to ignore that anything happened, to me. I think the person who can get through what you've experienced without feeling a depth of emotion, loss, pain or regret ... is not a person you or I would really truly wish to be.
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