the bearable likeness of being.
After spending most nights alone, I’ve found a week’s worth of company so far in a girl who has flown in from Sabah for a break in this city. We first met when I came to fetch her. The internet has proven to be kind yet again, giving me days of a 19 year old girl & her suitcase, packed with intense conversation, homemade karaoke, exploration, general quirkiness, and on top of it, the Kundera novel I’ve been meaning to pick up.
It turns out despite being face-to-face strangers, we get along. A week into it and our nails are still nails & not claws. I was honestly nervous that I would be boring. I am no tourguide. My house lacks furniture, a stove, & I was starting to feel I had a personality to match. We would only have one car between us. And we were going to go into it blind fresh off the Net, sans itinerary. But it turns out that an itinerary unfolded without any calculations on our end at all. It unraveled a string of coincidences. Patterns and people. Our entire week was textured with repetition. And as if it wasn’t enough, a lot of qualities we had were repeated against the other, similarities past & present. The time we shared since she landed was filled with moments that had too much in common with previous ones. I’ve written most of them down and when she flies off I’ll list them here, so as not to jinx anything.
Do you believe in coincidences? I wonder sometimes if we are looking too much into it. A guy I dated believed there are no coincidences, they are all either clues or signs that we excite ourselves with because we want to believe the direction it points to. But the Kundera novel she brought with her (The Unbearable Lightness of Being) alone has mirrored our circumstances until our eyebrows got tired of doing the slam dunk. We think we decoded it. But what next?
Anyway, because of this I have been trading the URLs for life IRL.
A long-desired book that has found its way into my home,
bothering our thoughts/words with its narrative.
And a girl that has confirmed her check-in,
translating herself from digital dialogue into a friend in the flesh.
January 29th, 2007 |
Hmm. I have a bit of that habit myself; reading too much in things that happen, trying to make sense of it all. It’s so tiring sometimes. But as corny as it sounds, I want to believe that everything happens for a reason.
I’ve been meaning to read that book myself, but it just doesn’t turn up when I want it to! (The places where I go book-hunting carry a lot of his other titles though *shrugs*)
January 22nd, 2007 |
Sounds great! Isn’t it funny though, those are the same things I worry about: being thought boring, my lack of tourguiding skills as well as furniture…So much for having an original spirit. :.)