Watching Worlds
Saw old girl last night for the closure meeting.
I'm used to these now, and I understand the protocol. You see dating and attraction is pretty much like an economic market. People advertise, some sell cheap , some buy in bulk, some are very expensive. People want to feel like they've bagged a bargain when they invest in someone else - conversly people want to feel like they havent missed a good investment opportunity when they leave a relationship.
The up-shot of all this rather vague metaphor is that the protocol of a closure meeting includes the ruthless downsizing (still havent left economics see) of an individual, returning of any outstanding properties and severance of any connections.
So I turn up, full of beans its been a good day, I got in at 10.00, left around 18.00 seen the tramp with the dog and had a roast pork sandwich (with crackling) for lunch.
I'm 10 minutes late and she was waiting for me, looking a little nervous but with eyes that portrayed a determined cruelty that I had grown used to expect at such times.
I'd been reading the bhagavad gita recently and so I concentrated on my Atman i.e. tried to find that part of myself that existed outside my ego; I planned to rest there glazed eyed full of bliss before and during the inevitable character assasination.
This closure meeting wasnt so bad, and I think the worst I was called was an asshole, which is an improvement.
I asked how old girl is and if she'd seen much of new girl - turns out that new girls been around and that there hasnt been much improvement - but shes getting better at hiding it. By now, my gut is hurting; I'm feeling the fusty news paper feeling again, I keep getting visions of the King of the Carnival in Trinidad prodding the some girl with a giant silver codpiece. I'm no longer above this - I'm back down from Brahman meditation and chilling with the Untouchables. I needed a beer, so we left the coffee shop and went out to a quiet pub to finish the talk.
Asking her how shes getting on - I found out that in her last relationship, a guy had taken advanteage of the sedative effect of her tablets and molested her.
She started crying , but managed to remain old girl. I left a bit later - and now I'm feeling like shit again.
Why Couldn't she have just handed back my toothbrush after she'd pissed on it like any normal girl?
I'm used to these now, and I understand the protocol. You see dating and attraction is pretty much like an economic market. People advertise, some sell cheap , some buy in bulk, some are very expensive. People want to feel like they've bagged a bargain when they invest in someone else - conversly people want to feel like they havent missed a good investment opportunity when they leave a relationship.
The up-shot of all this rather vague metaphor is that the protocol of a closure meeting includes the ruthless downsizing (still havent left economics see) of an individual, returning of any outstanding properties and severance of any connections.
So I turn up, full of beans its been a good day, I got in at 10.00, left around 18.00 seen the tramp with the dog and had a roast pork sandwich (with crackling) for lunch.
I'm 10 minutes late and she was waiting for me, looking a little nervous but with eyes that portrayed a determined cruelty that I had grown used to expect at such times.
I'd been reading the bhagavad gita recently and so I concentrated on my Atman i.e. tried to find that part of myself that existed outside my ego; I planned to rest there glazed eyed full of bliss before and during the inevitable character assasination.
This closure meeting wasnt so bad, and I think the worst I was called was an asshole, which is an improvement.
I asked how old girl is and if she'd seen much of new girl - turns out that new girls been around and that there hasnt been much improvement - but shes getting better at hiding it. By now, my gut is hurting; I'm feeling the fusty news paper feeling again, I keep getting visions of the King of the Carnival in Trinidad prodding the some girl with a giant silver codpiece. I'm no longer above this - I'm back down from Brahman meditation and chilling with the Untouchables. I needed a beer, so we left the coffee shop and went out to a quiet pub to finish the talk.
Asking her how shes getting on - I found out that in her last relationship, a guy had taken advanteage of the sedative effect of her tablets and molested her.
She started crying , but managed to remain old girl. I left a bit later - and now I'm feeling like shit again.
Why Couldn't she have just handed back my toothbrush after she'd pissed on it like any normal girl?
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