• T.S Eliot Screwed Me up

    by  • December 16, 2016 • * Safe for Work *, Soulmate • 1 Comment

    I’m the kind of gal who would rather entertain the notion of perhaps having a mental illness than recognizing the possibility that I might have met my “soulmate” already.

    I don’t have a rose tinted view of the world but how else do you fuckin describe the feeling of being drawn to a stranger in such a magical way. It wasn’t lust or shallow attraction. It was just an internal sense of knowing when YOU’RE around. It’s weird. It’s scary.

    Seeing you the first time felt like NOt the first time. I was staring at you for awhile trying to think of your name but I’ve never met you before. You looked like the grown up version of that kid from Meet the Robinsons. And after the concert, I just left it as that: the dude who looked like the kid from Meet the Robinsons.

    I’m still not sure if you were the same guy from the concert and GYM 116 and Berenda Dr. or a bunch of other places.

    I’m not sure if that poem on the slides was just a coincidence or whatever.

    One time on route to Hayward, I was in the car thinking “Wow good job you havent thought about him for awhile” then boom, a truck with your frickin name on it, passed by the car I was in. After that I just rolled my eyes.

    Last night, I saw a man who vaguely resembled you, at Costco buying gas. And damnit I was triggered. And so here I am on this newly found site, dumping my confusion, frustration and longing for you.

    There will be time, there will be time
    To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; …

    Time for you and time for me,
    And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
    And for a hundred visions and revisions,
    Before the taking of a toast and tea.

    YUP T.S Elliot screwed me up big time.

    One Response to T.S Eliot Screwed Me up

    1. Yeah
      December 17, 2016 at 7:34 pm

      Ah yes. Life being a troll. Just when you think it was all just in your head. I completely relate to seeing their name on a truck. Except it was a license plate. Same boat. It will get better. Just trust that there’s a reason behind the madness (easier said than done of course).

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