Unexpectedness
Feb. 14th, 2009 10:02 pmToday, Vamp and I decided that we were going to have lunch in one of the malls in the city. I got there first and he called me telling me that he was on his way to the bookstore where I was. So, I sat on one of the benches outside and a woman approached me. I thought she was going to ask for money or something like that. She didn't. She said that she was in a process and that she was coming to an end with it and that she had to give away the pen she had in her hand. She said, she had to get something of similar value in return. I opened my bag and I was like "I only havea marker" and she said "that's fine". When I gave her the marker and she gave me the pen, she said "when you see it, think of a woman who wasted 12 years of her life and whose life is being changed now"; then she left.
It was weird, I know; but I've experienced so much weirdness this past week, that this was like a moment for me to start thinking.
*sigh*
I'm sleepy...I'd better go off ot bed.
Icy...just in case I won't manage to see you tomorrow: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!! And, I love you so very much.
Mo cara, Malkav...miss you so bloody much!
It was weird, I know; but I've experienced so much weirdness this past week, that this was like a moment for me to start thinking.
*sigh*
I'm sleepy...I'd better go off ot bed.
Icy...just in case I won't manage to see you tomorrow: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!! And, I love you so very much.
Mo cara, Malkav...miss you so bloody much!
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Date: 2009-02-15 07:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-16 03:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-15 02:40 pm (UTC)I wonder what the process was, and what the pen had to do with it, and about the wasted years. It was good of you to trade with her, though.
I have a weird encounter story too. I remember last time I was in Dublin. I'd walked from my father's house to the beach (8 km) and from the beach to the city (5km?), and I was just walking into the urban centre, along Amien street, and this guy came out of the fire station, down the steps, and he asked me the way to Kilkenny. That's over 100 kms from Dublin. I just pointed to the south. "Cross the river, and keep going." I said, and went on my way.
Miss you too, lots. Let's see what we can do about it. Grá mór.
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Date: 2009-02-16 03:31 am (UTC)Yeah, we gotta do something about it!
Grá mór.