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June 20, 2006
A strange evening, a thousand questions.
A strange evening, a thousand questions.
Sitting at the bar, quitly sipping a second martini, enjoying the atmosphere, waiting for my wife. A woman I've been introduced to before enters with an unknown girl, I greet her. Beautiful and delicate, she sits and questions. An endless supply of questions flow from this unhappy stranger.
Do you expect anything from life? Ambitions? Do you think you deserve what you have? What would you fix of yourself? What sign are you? What are your goals?
Her boyfriend calls and the call is screened out. How did your parents treat you? Did they love you? Praise you? Admonish you? Each question tells a little more of the questioner. Abused, pushed hard as a child. Abused still, perhaps.
All men are simply after one thing. Do you beleive in anything? In god?
Avarro is not known to her. The arabic philosopher who became the stem of words such as avarice, is one I can identify with. I believe I have a soul and carry a small part of all those before me. I believe this is extinguished with my last breath. No god, no afterlife, no angelic choir, no eternal flame. A disenchanting answer, my simple faith.
All men are bad, they take advantage.
A statement, so I ask a question: Why do you allow them to be, while you entertain their lies? No answers are forthcoming.
Yes, I am happily married.
No, I did not move here on business. I put my life in a suitcase and moved around world for her. The single best decision I've made in my life.
Not all men are bastards.
Scrawled illegibly by Meathe at June 20, 2006 06:49 PM
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Cool entry. :)