suppositions on shallowness

Jul 07, 2008 15:02

sometimes when she spoke to me she said, "i'm not sure about this guitar-shaped necklace."
she wiggled her palm to suggest she was a guitarist but didn't really need to advertise the fact. plus the necklace hung all wrong. i could understand this, such was my understanding of fashion. it did not immediately translate to my wardrobe, but i did feel i had a certain aptitude. i kept things basic.

we talked about the guitarist necklace and later about characters on a tv show, making up nicknames and classifications.
"he's a total mimbo," she said, meaning 'male-bimbo' and though i didn't think the term bimbo should be applied exclusively to the female gender, i laughed. we made hand motions about the desserts we wanted and never once ventured into the terrible soul-sucking territory of feelings.
no one had slighted us, no action to be dissected, or emotion explored. i left smiling.

later i felt aware of a new enemy, a further purging of the poisons in my personality. why can't i always speak about robots and ice nine? does naming the thing give it power? why not forget?

so i tried to change.
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