He is the first person I’ve met who could, without affecting any sort of pose, be a character from a book about historic America. I don’t remember his name, but I remember feeling a sort of dull surprise that it was not Abe.
Graduate high school and decide to spend the summer in the city you were born in, Prague. To that end, decide to acquire some sort of gainful employ so as to mitigate the feckless-sheltered-kid-taking-advantage-of-really-sweet-family-apartment factor…
If I limited my activities to things I am very good at, I would spend my time drinking tea and having feelings, and the enjoyment potential of both of those is limited. Meanwhile, doing things the way I’ve always done them–somewhat badly–provides at the very least an interesting diversion and a continuous gentle reminder not to have too much of an ego about it all.
I hadn’t had any sort of high hopes for the rabbit in terms of stimulation, but I had assumed that I would at least find it cute, or that I would want to play with it a little bit, or, barring that, that I would find its general placid stupidity annoying. But my initial emotional reaction was neither even remotely positive or even remotely negative. It was nonexistent.
And all the while, some boy watched you: your closest friend, your greatest love.
But sadly, the need for instant results is getting many into “situationships” more than friends with benefits, but less than an official relationship.
Don’t let my tenderness confuse you. I am driven and I get the job done. Most importantly, I do not seek validation and I am learning to love myself no matter what
“Original intent” never considered me a human being.
Appreciate good music. Real music.
One of the reasons our relationship works so well is that I learned a valuable lesson from my parents: Love is a verb, not a noun.