Sad
Picked up the free local rag yesterday, and read for the first time in a very long time the Free Will Astrology. I've always rather liked it, because although astrology is hokum, random wise words can sometimes strike a nerve. Bound to happen. And this column is more generally applicable than most.
When I read this,
I knew exactly what it meant in my life. (Your interpretation will be different, of course.) Not a bolt out of the blue, I know I'm short of friends, bereft of anyone here but the guys I share my home and life with. Knowing it, and feeling it are not the same. I am particular about those who I call friends. I would not slight the amazing people who fit that definition for me by taking on acquaintances and using the same word. But I could surely use a companion or two, here and now. And there is no one. The friends are far away, or wrapped up in their lives so thoroughly that we are left aside. No one I could call to get together and just talk, share a beer, or a pot of tea with. No one to read a book along side, or meet at a local festival.
You who come here to read are certainly friends, but as with my other dear friends, you are far away. No hugs, no reassuring arm around my shoulders. And, after so many years with just the two of us (and Moby), we can't seem to find a way to invite more people in. None that we want in, so far.
This is sad, but neither of us, despite a few ineffectual attempts, have found a new friend, the kind we bring home, for years. And I honestly don't think here are any cosmic rhythms that will actually help. Phase of our lives, perhaps.
Really looking forward to our trip this summer, see all the California transplanted friends.
Must remember to bring our joy with us, leave the mopes at home.
When I read this,
When people are truly dehydrated, the impulse that tells them they're thirsty shuts down. That's why they may not know they're suffering from a lack of water. In a metaphorically similar way, Pisces, you have been deprived so long of a certain kind of emotional sustenance that you don't realize what you're missing. See if you can find out what it is, and then make measured (non-desperate!) plans to get a big, strong influx of it. The cosmic rhythms will be on your side in this effort!
I knew exactly what it meant in my life. (Your interpretation will be different, of course.) Not a bolt out of the blue, I know I'm short of friends, bereft of anyone here but the guys I share my home and life with. Knowing it, and feeling it are not the same. I am particular about those who I call friends. I would not slight the amazing people who fit that definition for me by taking on acquaintances and using the same word. But I could surely use a companion or two, here and now. And there is no one. The friends are far away, or wrapped up in their lives so thoroughly that we are left aside. No one I could call to get together and just talk, share a beer, or a pot of tea with. No one to read a book along side, or meet at a local festival.
You who come here to read are certainly friends, but as with my other dear friends, you are far away. No hugs, no reassuring arm around my shoulders. And, after so many years with just the two of us (and Moby), we can't seem to find a way to invite more people in. None that we want in, so far.
This is sad, but neither of us, despite a few ineffectual attempts, have found a new friend, the kind we bring home, for years. And I honestly don't think here are any cosmic rhythms that will actually help. Phase of our lives, perhaps.
Really looking forward to our trip this summer, see all the California transplanted friends.
Must remember to bring our joy with us, leave the mopes at home.
Labels: friends
Posted by Zhoen on Friday, May 21, 2010
8 comments:
I wish you were near enough to come and share a good pot of English tea (at the right temperature, of course!).
((hug))
only a virtual one, but it will have to make do :-)
Ach - spent a while writing a comment and not getting anywhere.
Right now I will have to make do with leaving another (o).
I admire and am touched by your very particular kind of honesty - you tell things just as they are, without self-pity. This is actually a kind of gift. Thanks for sharing it.
(and I too would offer tea)
I'm with trousers, unable to articulate so will leave a (o) and send a ((hug)). All the Best.
Tea awaits in Scotland too, if you ever make it. (Make the journey, I mean. I'd make the tea.)
I really do appreciate all of you. In no way do I mean to slight the friendships here, nor my great good fortune to have such love in my life.
This much tea, I'm not sleeping tonight...
"When people are truly dehydrated, the impulse that tells them they're thirsty shuts down."
Apparently the dead are sometimes found in the desert with plenty of water still in their canteen.
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