Modern love is like shelf-stable food; kinda real, mostly not
Note to self: 48 oz of black coffee with DayQuil in one sitting is way too much caffeine.
Pardon me as I curl up and shake myself to death.
Actually posted a happy date story once. Of course that too went to hell but that’s neither here nor there. And I had two nice dates recently but one ended up as a figurative train wreck; the other, a literal car wreck.
A while back, I did see a girl I’ve was orbiting around for almost a year right before she got gone.
Me: Hey, just wondering if that invitation for lunch still open…
Her: Hi! (pause) Did you ever work through your things?
Me: (pause) In a manner of speaking.
Her: What does that mean?
Me: (thinking) There’s this river, Lethe, that the Greeks thought that, when you died, your spirit went there to drink from it so you could forget your former life and get on with your new one.
Me: (laughing) You’re trying to forget someone; I’m trying to forget someone. It’s like that song This Modern Love, Do you wanna come over and kill some time?
Her: (laughing) This has got to be worst invitation for a date I’ve had since junior high.
Me: I go for the superlative. (pause) So…you wanna come over and kill some time?
Her: (thinking) Sure.
Interestingly, in classical Greek, lethe could also mean the opposite of truth; the opposite of real.
This modern love is like lactose-free, shelf-stable, non-fat, non-dairy cream.
All the trappings of the real thing without a drop of it.
Not even a drop.
She’s a sweetheart. I hope she finds something someone real.
Location: no change, black chair
Mood: hopped up on OTC drugs & coffee
Music: modern love breaks me This modern love wastes me
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