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So... I should be writing my Humanities paper right now, but since I am feeling very unmotivated to do so, I decided I would satiate David's desire to see a more lengthy post and write a few sentences about a recent event in my life that was most delightful.
I have, of late, been lamenting the fact that I feel as though I no longer connect with people on campus beyond a relatively superficial level. This is not to place the blame on my friends for being unfaithful. The fault is more so my own. The simple fact of the matter is, I generally obsess over schoolwork, which causes me to forfeit most of my social time. I've rarely enjoyed substantive interaction this semester, and I certainly have been unable to bare a more intimate side of myself with anyone. I find my passions pent up and my joys unshared.
Last night I was up extremely late - later than the night before. However, this sacrifice of sleep was not due to a pressing rough cut or an art and music final. These precious hours were spent conversing with a girl named Juliana. Few of you reading this know of Juliana, and certainly none of you have ever seen or met her. I have not seen or talked to her myself in many years. The fact of the matter is, I had an ongoing crush on J (as those who know her call her) from the time that I was nine until the age of eighteen. She returned the romantic interest throughout our various stages of life; however we NEVER discussed the affection we held for one another. We had an ongoing written correspondence for a number of years, which I still possess, for she lived over an hour away from me, and we rarely saw one another. She is one of the closest friends I believe I have ever had. (Taking a vested interest in getting to know someone for half of one's lifetime tends to produce that effect.) I did not want to jeopradize our dear friendship by speaking of romantic entanglements. The last time I saw her, I expressed my affection for her and sang her a song that I had written to demonstrate that affection.
After this time, for reasons too elusive to enumerate, we had a small falling out. Our lives seemed to move in different directions. As time passed without correspondence or contact, my romantic interests faltered, as did our friendship. This was a great loss in my life.
However, last night, I signed onto Instant Messenger, which is a rare occasion for me. To my surprise, I got an IM from Juliana. We quickly dispensed with the long forsaken formalities and began conversing as if it were the day after I sang her her song. I was able to share joys and dreams and happiness and challenges with her that had gone unspoken for months, and she reciprocated in like manner. We sent each other pictures, where I was to discover that she has grown more beautiful with time, and we discussed, at length, the crushes we had on one another, reminiscing on precious memories with a clarity that only our newfound openness could provide. I laughed more last night than I have in perhaps a year. And I don't miss the sleep.
She's going to come to visit next semester (she's at OU). I hope you all get a chance to meet this very special person.
That's my story. David, please forgive the poor rendition. Brevity won out over a perhaps more engaging and dramatic retelling.
I have, of late, been lamenting the fact that I feel as though I no longer connect with people on campus beyond a relatively superficial level. This is not to place the blame on my friends for being unfaithful. The fault is more so my own. The simple fact of the matter is, I generally obsess over schoolwork, which causes me to forfeit most of my social time. I've rarely enjoyed substantive interaction this semester, and I certainly have been unable to bare a more intimate side of myself with anyone. I find my passions pent up and my joys unshared.
Last night I was up extremely late - later than the night before. However, this sacrifice of sleep was not due to a pressing rough cut or an art and music final. These precious hours were spent conversing with a girl named Juliana. Few of you reading this know of Juliana, and certainly none of you have ever seen or met her. I have not seen or talked to her myself in many years. The fact of the matter is, I had an ongoing crush on J (as those who know her call her) from the time that I was nine until the age of eighteen. She returned the romantic interest throughout our various stages of life; however we NEVER discussed the affection we held for one another. We had an ongoing written correspondence for a number of years, which I still possess, for she lived over an hour away from me, and we rarely saw one another. She is one of the closest friends I believe I have ever had. (Taking a vested interest in getting to know someone for half of one's lifetime tends to produce that effect.) I did not want to jeopradize our dear friendship by speaking of romantic entanglements. The last time I saw her, I expressed my affection for her and sang her a song that I had written to demonstrate that affection.
After this time, for reasons too elusive to enumerate, we had a small falling out. Our lives seemed to move in different directions. As time passed without correspondence or contact, my romantic interests faltered, as did our friendship. This was a great loss in my life.
However, last night, I signed onto Instant Messenger, which is a rare occasion for me. To my surprise, I got an IM from Juliana. We quickly dispensed with the long forsaken formalities and began conversing as if it were the day after I sang her her song. I was able to share joys and dreams and happiness and challenges with her that had gone unspoken for months, and she reciprocated in like manner. We sent each other pictures, where I was to discover that she has grown more beautiful with time, and we discussed, at length, the crushes we had on one another, reminiscing on precious memories with a clarity that only our newfound openness could provide. I laughed more last night than I have in perhaps a year. And I don't miss the sleep.
She's going to come to visit next semester (she's at OU). I hope you all get a chance to meet this very special person.
That's my story. David, please forgive the poor rendition. Brevity won out over a perhaps more engaging and dramatic retelling.