Saturday, March 17, 2007

Speaking of hippy dippy sh*t....

This morning, I was amused to realise that I had formed a reasonably strong, if somewhat irrational, belief that she is back in Australia now.

This belief is, of course, unsupported by (if not completely inconsistent with) any facts as I know them. It is just a feeling.

If this belief is true, it is a slightly spooky coincidence. If not, it is just silly confabulation.

Come to think of it - it is just silly confabulation, either way.


Blogger The Localmalcontent said...

Ya know, Jon, I read your blogsite regularly because I appreciate your views on matters both personal and Aussie, as well as your writing style as a whole. I have your blog highlighted on my homepage. Maybe incorrectly, though, I have grown to feel kindred to you, because of your elusive, romantic hopes, as well as your thorough self-examination of same.
Through eyes which see only what you've shown here in your writings, I fault her for not snatching you up when she could, way back when.

While I would never tell you to change the way you are now, IF I was a close friend of yours, I'd simply ask you whether her memory is clouding your instincts still. As an example, I offer this:
When I was a student at the University of Oklahoma, I completely fell in love with a girl whom I just Knew was my longtime soulmate, over many lifetimes, maybe. Our intense love was just that: intense. Until she told me, after we'd made love many times, that she was in love with another woman in her Venezuela, her home. She even asked me to marry the other woman, so that she could immigrate to the U.S., legally! I was so deadened by her admission, her request, that for years I did not even notice other women entering, then leaving, my life. No gal will ever fully replace Vivian to me; but I've learned that one doesn't have to.

That was my mistake, for I look back at "the ones who got away", by pining for her, for her love which would never be for me. I would never want that for you, my Australian friend, whom I'll never meet, either.

But I do wish for you "love", and the entire, exquisite pursuit of love, again. You have a great deal to offer some lucky gal. Who will it be?

18 March 2007 at 02:39  
Blogger Jon Seymour said...

Thanks for your thoughts and your kind words about my writing - it is nice to know that it creates a resonance somewhere on this planet!

I have read your blog too. I notice that we share in common a dislike of George W. Bush, though I suspect we are coming at that from completely different angles [ Ann Coulter is not really my cup of tea ] :-)

Of course, I also read about your injury earlier this year. It sounds like quite a serious injury, dude! I hope it heals well for you.

18 March 2007 at 12:19  
Anonymous The Other One said...

I think you need to know when to detach and forget about her. There's no point focusing on somebody who is unavailable, except as a friend.

Just relax and be your usual charming self. Invite some out to dinner, and round off the night with a game of intoxicated speed chess. If you can pin her queen down, you may checkmate within three.

Oh, and I think you should focus more on brains than looks. Looks will fade over time but brains will also keep you intellectually stimulated.

7 May 2007 at 10:38  
Blogger Jon Seymour said...

Ah, The Other One - your comments about beauty vs. brains reveal yourself as The One With A 'y' :-)

Of course, the bewitching thing about The One Who Is Not was the combination of brains and beauty. Having tasted that intoxicating combination once, how can one settle for less?


8 May 2007 at 01:12  

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