March 28, 2011

  • Boy Draws Wings On Everything

    I think all I talk about lately is time, the passage thereof, and just the daunting nature of it all.  Like, for instance I've sat across from the same dude for something like 28 months now.  Be very extremely conservative and say 40 hours a week for like 40 weeks a year to take into account vacations, meetings, randomness, etc.  That's 3733.333 repeating hours! Or 156 days proper!

    And in a hypothetical scenario, we even use IM with eachother rather than talking! You can't prove that!

    But time is just one of the variables (constants?) in the power of a relationship - whatever it's with.  A large (majority) portion of whatever strength (and durability) you feel with something is the sort of intangible, inherent, congrigruity that's ingrained between the two things.  Time can enforce that (or even weaken it), but there's got to be something there.

    Like my recent whirlwind romance with the album "Aim & Ignite" by Fun. I've had it for less than a week, and I already threw it in my top 10 albums all time. It hasn't gotten mee through any tough times. I haven't even gone running with it. It just hits me right and matches my wavelength extremely well.

    That's likely a pretty simplistic and unimpressive example, but it's what I want to work with, so there!  Also, bands and shows are sort of like people, because when you discover one you really like, you want their whole back-catalogue. That's the equivalent of meeting a person, and wanting to ask them questions and hear all of their stories.

    So, I'm often pretty confused when people can be with other people for SO LONG, and then you can just end it like that. How could you have not foreseen it, ya know? Am I the only one blessed with the honest-to-goodness disease of being fully self aware? I theorize that a lot of it is just outside pressure that has made it's way internal and becomes the driving force rather than chemical reaction based on attraction that's at the root of the matter. Social pressures, family pressures, looking at time as a force that carries observation, rather than the tempering force that it is meant to, and only can be; it's any and all of that I reckon. Maybe others just don't analyze the way I do/can.

    Actually, hell, it's not even analyzing. It's just knowing your own feelings.  I've seen (multiple) facebook people get married and annulled in a manner of months. Do you not have the mental strength to put aside all emotions you can tag as momentary or fleeting or possibly wayward, and just concentrate on all the rest of the base, rawness left?

    I say you look the other person in the eyes for 10 seconds with no outside influence. That should be all you need. If you can't help but smile and laugh, then that works too.  I'd test this out on my Cube Neighbor tomorrow, but that's a little weird, you sick animals.

    There's another possible thesis here about not liking things straight away and then learning to like them and then eventually they can become quasi-indispensable.  That's for another more-boring thesis in another more-boring universe.