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Basically, I’m sorry about that, but context is useful.
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“It kicks so hard,
Breaks your bones,
Cuts so deep,
Hits your soul,
Tears your skin,
And make sure blood flows,
Love is hard”
Love is Hard – James Morrison
Love hurts. There’s no doubt about it. While an emotion can’t physically hurts us (kicking, breaking bones, knifing people, ripping skin, drawing blood, dotdotdot et cetera.) it can actually hurt itself.
Having had two bad experiences of love, it has put me off, having hurt me, and sort of hurt itself (go into my head if you want the logic)
Why should something that in theory cause happiness be able to screw a person, itself and god knows what else up? Who gave emotions that right?
Have you ever noticed how emphasis can completely change your meaning…
This is particularly striking in French, where a question can become a statement, or an angry outburst.
How could you make yourself clear with no emphasis?
For once, I write with relevancy. I have read a book, named Damascus, that has given me this thought. No longer will I sprout randomness from my head. Untill the next time.
What has happened here us what the book us about. Suddenly, inexplicibly, something has changed.
Damascus is a concept. A Damascus is when suddenly, overnight, everything changes as a result of an infintesimaly unimportant event.
An example, and an extract. This is the final point in the book where Damascus is illustrated.
The extract:- “It is nearly the end, and after so many other phone calls there’s nothing much left to say if not goodbye. Nothing much to say if not I love you.”
(Copyright of Richard Beard 1998. I do not claim rights to the work.)
The example:- The choice between saying goodbye and saying I love you. On one hand (goodbye), you are expressing nothing, which could land you in trouble, if your (possibly soon to be) other half is expecting terms of endearment. If however, you say I love you, you might have just lost the soon to be part.
Of course, these are just one way it could go. Saying I love you may scare of whoever you are talking to, where saying goodbye could prevent you from losing a friend.
Nothing much left to say, but make sure nothing much is the right thing. Small events have large impacts.
Hope for a good Damascus, and be one for others.
As far as this post goes, you are reading it two weeks after I write. It will still be the same, but I will have forgotten it.
Why is it that whilst I have loved (I hate the term ‘fancied’) quite a few girls, there has always been the one who although she got away from me, she won’t go away in my head. (She knows this, so no comments about tell her how you feel, or ask her again) the fact is, she is no different. Of course she is special in her own way, but so is everybody. Why can’t I let go?
I have noticed that attitudes seriously change from home to holiday. Normally, wearing nothing but your underwear seems pretty weird, but on holiday bikinis and the dreaded speedos, which are effectively underwear, are normality (to the decency-less French, board shorts are much preferred.
The same sort of goes for nudity, albeit a case of time instead of circumstance (big words today). When one is but yay high (about three and under for those not from around Yorkshire and Lancashire) running around naked is seen as cute. When older, it is indecent.
Why do the rules change under different circumstances?How can normality change? What is normal.
My head hurts…
Whilst on the bus today, I watched a woman stand up, but wait before ringing the bell. I do the same, there is always a time before which it is too early to ring it, and then about 2 seconds before it is cutting it close. It would appear there is an opportune moment for everything, right?
When oppurtunity knocks, my usual response is ‘oh, it will wait’ and then later ‘oh bugger’.
Ah well.
