Wednesday, September 1, 2010

forgettable

i just received a message from someone in the past. it's actually strange that i got his message the night before the 2nd of september.

eight years ago, september 2 was the 'IT' date for me (and probably for you as well). you and i went to my place on the 77th street, and we stayed in my room while watching casper, romy and michelle's high school reunion, and titanic the entire night. as an excuse, you told your parents that you have to sleep-over at my place because we have to finish a paper due the next day. however, the truth is, we just wanted to be together on that day.

this year, however, september 2 becomes the day where i just have to reply to your message and confirm my attendance for the homecoming. there's no hint or recollection on your side at all; it's just a plain work-related letter from you.

ah, the beauty of civility.

3 comments:

  1. Why can't we just eff around like normal animals? The amoralistic beauty of Darwinian thinking is that it does not—or at least, should not and cannot—prescribe any social behavior, sexual or otherwise, as being the “right” thing to do.

    Heartbreak is every bit as much a psychological adaptation as is the compulsion to have sex with those other than our partners, and it throws a monster of a monkey wrench into the evolutionists’ otherwise practical polyamory. It’s indeed natural for people—especially men—to seek sexual variety. My partner once likened this to having the same old meal over and over again, for years on end; eventually you’re going to get some serious cravings for a different dish. But I reminded him that people aren’t the equivalent of a plate of spaghetti. Unfortunately, we have feelings.

    - http://www.scientificamerican.com/blog/post.cfm?id=polyamory-chic-gay-jealousy-and-the-2010-08-25

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  2. oh. do i sound a bit emotional here?

    actually, this entry was inspired by the ironies created by passage of time.

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  3. i figured passage of time, but the entry echoed a loss

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