poetry in commotion...

your belief system is terrible and you are wrong

After an exciting Western Force win over the Hurricanes (well, from what I saw inbetween lining up for more beer, food, and peeing like an old woman) I managed to convince Peter and Michael to meet up with Jonno + Goody(sp?) + Julia to go to the Windsor Hotel.  It's a great place, with tasteful seetings and decent music, though I wanted to punch some of the people there in the face.  I was drunk and tired and a little bit cranky again.  I sleep fitfully nowadays.

I started talking to Julia later on that night and was relating a story of an observation I'd made during the day, which I found very humorous. I'll share it later, since somehow the topic of fate and meeting your soulmate came up. 

"I used to be naive (about love), but now I know better" she uttered.

I looked at her to see if she was being serious, and laughed.  "That is so cliche".  Mistake.  Even as those words came out of my mouth I knew I'd offended her.  Her eyes narrowed slightly, and inside her head I could see her take what I'd said and extrapolate, and extrapolate upon those extrapolations. 

I was stuck in an exponential shit vortex somewhere in that mind of hers. All aboard the SS FUBAR, one way only.

I forged on regardless - the benefits(?) of alcohol.  "It's like you pulled it from a book or something".  I put my hands together like a book, making fwip sounds as I turned the pages of this imaginary book.  I must be a masochist. 

"So you're saying that I'm still naive, and that I've learnt nothing from my past experiences?" she fired at me.

"No". I am a turtle in his shell. 

"Then what you're saying is that I don't know anything about what love is?".

"No". I mentally noted to never talk to a girl about a subject so heavy while under the influence.  Like the million times before it, I would never be able to hold myself to it.

"What I am saying, is that you shouldn't make comments like that so early in life - that in the end, we don't really know anything about love - it's a constant process of learning". 

Or something like that.  My memory is hazy at this point.  While this conversation is slightly paraphrased, the gist of the conversation is correct.  We can't make such bold statements like that anywhere, because in the end, we don't know anything about love, or life, or any other subject for that matter.  I definitely don't.  I once read a story about Socrates, in which the Oracle pronounced him the wisest man in the world, to which he replies something to the lines of "If I am wisest, it is because I know that I know nothing".  I wished I'd remembered to quote that last night.

It's something that I've taken to heart.  You may think you know everything there is to know about something or someone, and then life throws you a curveball and makes you realise that well, maybe you don't know everything.

Julia is right, in her own way, and I am wrong, in my own way.  But the reverse is just as true.  Or false. Whatever. 

As closure to the story, she went to sit with Peter after a short awkward silence. 

AND WE LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER - THE END.

posted by jaseypoo! @ 1:32 PM