We understand that we are complex, difficult, wonderful creatures. Until you really get to know someone else it’s natural to assume they are a more simple creature. Probably more honest and figured out than us. Got their life sorted out. Knows what they want romantically, career wise. We assume all this until we actually get to know someone intimately and then we discover what a similar mess of feelings, confusions, ambitions, frustrations, secrets, lies, shame, crazy loves, silly families and lots of other madness as well.
Sometimes, that makes us love them more. Sometimes it says whoa, hang on here. This person just won’t add to my sanity or how my life works well.
The thing is everybody forces us to make assumptions because they are so frightened that revealing all of their mad inner self will put people off. It’s that fine line between guessing what a fabulous person someone is and guessing how far you think their demons may reach and rip your soul out that makes life interesting.
When it was time to leave my grandma who was a large woman would give everybody massive hugs. It was amazing to be enfolded into her loving being.
My grandfather often then ushered me into his room opened his top drawer which I distinctly remembered smelling of Cuban cigars and hauled out a little tin, took the lid off and offered me a jube.
I would usually take a black one and remember an aniseed flavour.
He would proffer a lesser hug but still very welcome from this lovely man. We would clamber down the endless front stairs and into the Holden. DVJ 159 and back to the suburbs far, far away.
Somebody tells me about a dream they had the other morning. Like two days ago. They mention and specifically ask about a patient of mine whom I haven’t seen for over two years. They don’t know the patient in any detail and ask me ‘why would S…. K… be in my dream?’ I had no answer as I hadn’t had anything to do with this unusual patient for that period of time.
I arrive at work at the hospital today and sat down at the first computer terminal available on the ward I was visiting one of my other patients. On the screen was the home page for results for S….. K… obviously a patient on that particular ward now.
What are the chances of this? A city of 4 million people.
Whispered in medias
Lost and found
Who takes it in?
Does any of it matter?
Shouting to a void
Or a single soul listening
On their porch with a beer in hand
Fighting off her Uncle’s kisses
As he spits Bacca onto the ragged lawn
Yellow teeth changing form
He leers as she runs away
Across the prairie
Across the desert
A horse whispers the way
Over the mountains to the sea
Playing tambourine to the coast’s restless music
Finding rhythm and soul
A leisurely stroll
She writes it down.
haven’t written for a while. I trust all you guys have moved on to bigger and better blogging styles and given away numerous truthful tuesday secrets. I wonder how many of you make them up or spice them up just to be a bit sexier.
apart from having a knee op on friday life has been full and interesting as usual this year. i think if you are aware of the people that you love fully you cannot but be battered with huge blows and buffered by wonderful things in their and your own life.
i think a lot more people are now aware of social media and accepting it as mainstream. I think it can have the tendency to draw people in emotionally and it certainly is healthy to maintain a good balance with real life fantasies, loves and interests.
i hope i come back here more and read your thoughts and feelings. some of the pictures here are certainly more interesting in some ways than instagram but there tends to be a lot of repetition in both sites.
Anyway, here’s to originality. openness and growth. and of course plenty of fun.