He hesitated, then continued. "I was in love with you once," he said.
I am in love with my Asian Medicine professor. I say it like a joke but it's not. I've never felt such admiration, such a connection with anybody before in my entire life. When he first spoke it really touched me somehow, his gentleness and softspoken voice that speaks with such intelligence and such kindness. He describes life like it's full of suffering but at the same time it's the greatest thing ever. He thinks all people are good, thinks they are all worthy of respect. He should be walked all over, should have no control over his classes because of his kind softness but instead he just moves everybody around him to be the same; they all listen so intently and everyone somehow just absorbs his compassion. It's soothing to be around him. And at the same time you'd think this would make him just a little too perfect, too much of a good guy but he has an incredible sense of humor. He is so perfectly funny, witty, with the most sincere humor I've ever heard, at one time being really self deprecating and the next making a strange insight to something he's teaching of that is just so funny. He pulls it off because he is so intelligent. He spent so many years in Tibet studying religion, pursued his academics to the point that his wife was fed up and left him so now he devotes his life to his students because he loves them. He loves everybody with the most intense, humble compassion.
This is creepy, I know. He's so much older than I am but I still can't help but like him as much as I do. In Bradbury's Dandelion Wine there is a character that finds an old photograph of a woman that he falls in love with. One day he finds this woman, old and dying though he is still 20something and he realizes it is the woman in the photo. He tells her how he is in love with her and he spends the rest of her life with her, all the while knowing the strangeness of their relationship and knowing he needs to maintain his distance. It's a really lovely part of the book, one of my favorites, one of the reasons it has remained my favorite book of all time for so long but these days I feel really strongly for the man in that story. I understand what he feels. The ending was depressing since the woman dies and he has to really get back to reality and find a real woman to love.
I think this entry is anti-climatic but I have nothing else to say on it. This matter makes me think alot and I can't really write about that.
This is creepy, I know. He's so much older than I am but I still can't help but like him as much as I do. In Bradbury's Dandelion Wine there is a character that finds an old photograph of a woman that he falls in love with. One day he finds this woman, old and dying though he is still 20something and he realizes it is the woman in the photo. He tells her how he is in love with her and he spends the rest of her life with her, all the while knowing the strangeness of their relationship and knowing he needs to maintain his distance. It's a really lovely part of the book, one of my favorites, one of the reasons it has remained my favorite book of all time for so long but these days I feel really strongly for the man in that story. I understand what he feels. The ending was depressing since the woman dies and he has to really get back to reality and find a real woman to love.
I think this entry is anti-climatic but I have nothing else to say on it. This matter makes me think alot and I can't really write about that.