The fact is that I don’t want to face Tuesday on my own, but
I’ll have to do it just as I’ve always faced everything of import on my own. I
never minded before; in fact, I preferred it that way. This time is different; this
time I feel the need of support such as I’ve never felt before.
And there’s one person I would like to have with me on
Tuesday, but she isn’t available and never will be. I read some of our old
correspondence tonight because I thought it might make me feel better. It didn’t.
Being reminded of those green and pleasant days in a green and pleasant land
only served to push my dolour further into the cold mud and slush that is currently
covering our dear old Shire. What made matters worse was also being reminded of the
gulf that was impossible to bridge and prevented any meaningful connection. ‘There
is only one big difference between us,’ she wrote in one email… but I’m not
going to tell you the rest.
I also watched a movie tonight which spoke to the bases of
my fear and anxiety in such an apposite way that I was tempted to think it
prophetic. I rejected the notion and ascribed the apparent coincidence to the
neurotic tendency which has added itself to my personality traits over the past
five years. I suspect it's here for the duration.
And I mentioned in my last post that I was seven short of a
landmark. This is one of them, so there are six left. I assume Tuesday will
determine whether there will be more posts and what direction they will take.
Stay tuned if you like.
3 comments:
I WANNA TO TALK WITH YOU.possible is it skype? AND I MISS YOU. Your lady L.
You have the advantage of me madam. The only Lady L who springs readily to mind is the Lady Lisle who was executed for treason in the 17th century. I think I might have heard the footsteps of her ghost in a Winchester hostelry once, but one footstep does tend to sound very like another so I can't be certain. I assume you're not her?
It's a fact which I sometimes overlook that my sense of humour is not only English, but my particularly weird brand of English. It occurs to me that the Lady L might be a Russian lady called Ludmilla or something. How mortifying it would be to me if such a lady failed - through perfectly understandable cultural differences - to fully comprehend the humorous undertone of my reply. If such be the case and the Lady L be offended, I should like it to be known that her comment was much appreciated and any offence regretted.
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