for the rest of our lives
In a parallel universe, J and I would have been on the first legs of the half marathon that we've been training for for the past 2 months.
In this universe however, J's resting on my couch with Gravity playing in the background, after his millionth run to the toilet due to the sudden attack of some stupid stomach bug. Papa C and the brother had been hit by symptoms of stomach flu yesterday, prompting Mama C to joke about how all the men in the house were down. Didn't know J wanted to be part of the family that much that he was willing to initiate it with the same afflictions.
I can't say I'm not more than a little bummed this unforeseen circumstance. While he was doing his back and forth dance with the toilet bowl, I wrestled over whether I should have gone ahead with the run alone. I decided to stay back for a myriad of reasons, but mainly because had I gone ahead, it'd have been akin to leaving a team member behind. (I recognise how totally cheesy that sounds, but you get what I mean). That aside, prior to the abysmal 8km jog earlier this week, I've not done a proper work out for slightly over 2 weeks thanks to an almost flu which wouldn't go away. If I had gone for the run tonight, it'd most definitely be extremely painful and not quite worth the damage to my knees. There's also a bit of cold in my chest which is threatening to develop into something further... and not going for the run means I'll have the energy to go for pole tomorrow, hurrah! :)
I finally finished the 700+ page tome of A Little Life. It started off really promising, with incisive insights into the human condition, then tapered off into what felt like a bit of a soap opera. Without providing any spoilers, the self-inflictions by the protagonist became a bit too much to bear, there was unconvincing, unrealistic melodrama at every possible turn. By midpoint, the book began to feel too self-indulgent. Perhaps I'm being unfair in my comments because of how little hope the book left me with. With each turn, with each character's first person narrative, a little more realism walked in and a lot more despair filled my heart. Leaving this with an excerpt from the book I quite liked.
he axiom of equality states that x always equals x: it assumes that if you have a conceptual thing named x it must always be equivalent to itself, that it has a uniqueness about it, that it is in possession of something so irreducible that we must assume it is absolutely, unchangeably equivalent to itself for all time, that its very elementalness can never be altered. But it is impossible to prove. Not everyone liked the axiom of equality … but he had always appreciated how elusive it was, how the beauty of the equation itself would always be frustrated by the attempts to prove it. It was the kind of axiom that could drive you mad, that could consume you, that could easily become an entire life.
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2 months in to being with J and a 59 day daily streak of seeing each other, I think we're beginning to ease out of the heady relationship into something that's more settled, more sustainable, or so I hope. As I was lazily reviewing an agreement this afternoon, he cheekily quipped, "So, this is how our life is going to be like huh? You working hard... me slacking", as he plopped onto my couch. I found it really funny how a couple of minutes later, this was where he found himself:
In his (my?) defense, he has been an absolute sweetheart with everything from setting up my TV to fixing my sound system to helping out with almost every possible chore. If this is how the rest of our lives are going to be like, then I think that's alright ;)
My too-high couch, the color of which fits perfectly with my discounted CB2 rug. I really like how it all fits together, especially with the white blinds that Mama C gifted to me. The room is still a bit bare but I am too broke to be part with any more money on home furnishings and I do think that I've got most of the bare essentials more or less sorted. TV consoles, book shelves and all other decor will just have to wait. For now, I think I'm ready and in business!
I feel a slight tinge of vindication looking at the rug-sofa pairing - it was the very same rug that FMW loathed and vehemently objected to (even after he had given me the greenlight to buy it post phone-consultation with him). I need to put this bitterness to rest.
In this universe however, J's resting on my couch with Gravity playing in the background, after his millionth run to the toilet due to the sudden attack of some stupid stomach bug. Papa C and the brother had been hit by symptoms of stomach flu yesterday, prompting Mama C to joke about how all the men in the house were down. Didn't know J wanted to be part of the family that much that he was willing to initiate it with the same afflictions.
I can't say I'm not more than a little bummed this unforeseen circumstance. While he was doing his back and forth dance with the toilet bowl, I wrestled over whether I should have gone ahead with the run alone. I decided to stay back for a myriad of reasons, but mainly because had I gone ahead, it'd have been akin to leaving a team member behind. (I recognise how totally cheesy that sounds, but you get what I mean). That aside, prior to the abysmal 8km jog earlier this week, I've not done a proper work out for slightly over 2 weeks thanks to an almost flu which wouldn't go away. If I had gone for the run tonight, it'd most definitely be extremely painful and not quite worth the damage to my knees. There's also a bit of cold in my chest which is threatening to develop into something further... and not going for the run means I'll have the energy to go for pole tomorrow, hurrah! :)
I finally finished the 700+ page tome of A Little Life. It started off really promising, with incisive insights into the human condition, then tapered off into what felt like a bit of a soap opera. Without providing any spoilers, the self-inflictions by the protagonist became a bit too much to bear, there was unconvincing, unrealistic melodrama at every possible turn. By midpoint, the book began to feel too self-indulgent. Perhaps I'm being unfair in my comments because of how little hope the book left me with. With each turn, with each character's first person narrative, a little more realism walked in and a lot more despair filled my heart. Leaving this with an excerpt from the book I quite liked.
he axiom of equality states that x always equals x: it assumes that if you have a conceptual thing named x it must always be equivalent to itself, that it has a uniqueness about it, that it is in possession of something so irreducible that we must assume it is absolutely, unchangeably equivalent to itself for all time, that its very elementalness can never be altered. But it is impossible to prove. Not everyone liked the axiom of equality … but he had always appreciated how elusive it was, how the beauty of the equation itself would always be frustrated by the attempts to prove it. It was the kind of axiom that could drive you mad, that could consume you, that could easily become an entire life.
***
2 months in to being with J and a 59 day daily streak of seeing each other, I think we're beginning to ease out of the heady relationship into something that's more settled, more sustainable, or so I hope. As I was lazily reviewing an agreement this afternoon, he cheekily quipped, "So, this is how our life is going to be like huh? You working hard... me slacking", as he plopped onto my couch. I found it really funny how a couple of minutes later, this was where he found himself:
In his (my?) defense, he has been an absolute sweetheart with everything from setting up my TV to fixing my sound system to helping out with almost every possible chore. If this is how the rest of our lives are going to be like, then I think that's alright ;)
My too-high couch, the color of which fits perfectly with my discounted CB2 rug. I really like how it all fits together, especially with the white blinds that Mama C gifted to me. The room is still a bit bare but I am too broke to be part with any more money on home furnishings and I do think that I've got most of the bare essentials more or less sorted. TV consoles, book shelves and all other decor will just have to wait. For now, I think I'm ready and in business!
I feel a slight tinge of vindication looking at the rug-sofa pairing - it was the very same rug that FMW loathed and vehemently objected to (even after he had given me the greenlight to buy it post phone-consultation with him). I need to put this bitterness to rest.