Till human voices wake us and we drown
Le sigh. It's been quite a weekend. Not much to do, so there wasn't much to distract me from the matters at hand: the debacle of the discombobulated DVD player, and, more significantly ... well, read on.
I tend to keep quiet in this journal about anything really personal, or anything I don't want to jinx. So, for background, you probably know that I've been (rather unsuccessfully) on the prowl, as it were. What you might not know is that I eventually found someone to date. This was back in, oh, say, July or August (it was the topic of this cryptic entry, in case you were wondering).
So, you've heard the saying, "Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?" Well, I guess there should be a parallel saying: Why would you bother renting-to-own the cow if you're not really getting any milk anyway, and there's not a great likelihood that you will in the future? What if the few drops of milk you've tasted didn't really seem that appealing anyhow? Why would you bother if being around the cow suddenly makes you wonder if you wouldn't prefer some juice instead? I mean, come on, people. I promise you, I'm not lactose-intolerant -- far from it -- and I often drink milk with great gusto. Not this time, however.
What's indicative of the whole thing is that now that there's no more cow (actually, that was sort of a decision I made, only needs to be enforced if he comes around again -- but chances are, he won't), I don't really miss that particular cow. But I would like to have a different cow. I just dread the unpleasantness of subjecting myself another long string of cattle auctions.
Um. Well, one of the very faint silver linings of the whole situation is that while I wallow in my misery, I get to make up elaborate metaphors for how my life sucks. :) Seriously, though, life kind of does feel miserable right now -- it's as if all the bitter-depressed-singleness that I hadn't been feeling for the last few months has suddenly come back to me all at once. I don't miss the guy, but I do miss having someone to do date things with. I've been feeling like I'm about to cry since Saturday. It doesn't help that I recently re-found an old Heather Alexander album (which is good), but the song that got stuck in my head is the one that sets this Yeats poem to music. Beautiful words, but not exactly what you'd call uplifting.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Well, even the weather is depressing now: lots of wind, post-apocalyptic lightning, and a high probability that balloon fiesta festivities will be cancelled again tomorrow. I would appreciate any kind words of sympathy -- and send me your dairy products!!! Speaking of milk, I think I'll go have some ice cream before bed.
I tend to keep quiet in this journal about anything really personal, or anything I don't want to jinx. So, for background, you probably know that I've been (rather unsuccessfully) on the prowl, as it were. What you might not know is that I eventually found someone to date. This was back in, oh, say, July or August (it was the topic of this cryptic entry, in case you were wondering).
So, you've heard the saying, "Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?" Well, I guess there should be a parallel saying: Why would you bother renting-to-own the cow if you're not really getting any milk anyway, and there's not a great likelihood that you will in the future? What if the few drops of milk you've tasted didn't really seem that appealing anyhow? Why would you bother if being around the cow suddenly makes you wonder if you wouldn't prefer some juice instead? I mean, come on, people. I promise you, I'm not lactose-intolerant -- far from it -- and I often drink milk with great gusto. Not this time, however.
What's indicative of the whole thing is that now that there's no more cow (actually, that was sort of a decision I made, only needs to be enforced if he comes around again -- but chances are, he won't), I don't really miss that particular cow. But I would like to have a different cow. I just dread the unpleasantness of subjecting myself another long string of cattle auctions.
Um. Well, one of the very faint silver linings of the whole situation is that while I wallow in my misery, I get to make up elaborate metaphors for how my life sucks. :) Seriously, though, life kind of does feel miserable right now -- it's as if all the bitter-depressed-singleness that I hadn't been feeling for the last few months has suddenly come back to me all at once. I don't miss the guy, but I do miss having someone to do date things with. I've been feeling like I'm about to cry since Saturday. It doesn't help that I recently re-found an old Heather Alexander album (which is good), but the song that got stuck in my head is the one that sets this Yeats poem to music. Beautiful words, but not exactly what you'd call uplifting.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Well, even the weather is depressing now: lots of wind, post-apocalyptic lightning, and a high probability that balloon fiesta festivities will be cancelled again tomorrow. I would appreciate any kind words of sympathy -- and send me your dairy products!!! Speaking of milk, I think I'll go have some ice cream before bed.