In The Time Traveler’s Wife, the future husband of the female protagonist jumps through time and visits her throughout her life, from childhood and on. When she finally meets him as a young man in linear time, she’s happy to finally meet him so she can be with him, but she also recognizes he’s not the man he will be yet. He’s not the man who will one day be the great love of her lifetime. As she perceives him, he’s more rough around the edges. He’s more selfish. He’s not yet him. And then she has to wait while he becomes him.
A lot of times, people will ask psychics about who will come into their lives romantically, and the psychic will say that it will be someone they don’t know; someone new. It is because the energy will appear new. But I also happen to know that when people change enough, they will appear “new” to the person reading, therefore, it’s not necessarily a completely new person, but possibly someone they already know who has journeyed into the next level of their existence as to appear to be a new person when perceived from a fix point in time and space, looking forward. Sometimes people find the right person before they’re the right person. But the thing is, it doesn’t change the fact that in this moment, they are not the right person.
To find the right person at the right time and place so they are exactly the right person. It’s a difficult task. Most people give up and settle. But if you are successful in finding this, I imagine, it makes a lifetime of guessing suddenly make sense.
So many want to be my one.
But who is my one?
Maybe I’ll find him the day I can finally keep a secret.
Every person can set out and find their own way, but the price is loneliness.
Those who have been invisible for a lifetime, are the ones who dream most of disappearing.
I’ve always protected my own world. My own world has only been big enough for one. I’ve always wanted to fit another person into it. We take flight, seeking a world higher and better than the confines of the ones we were born into, until inevitably…
King Midas turned everything he touched into gold. It was the thing he wanted most which ultimately sealed him within his own prison.
I turn everything I love into things that can not survive in two worlds simultaneously. It is the thing I want most that will ultimately seal my isolation.
If my body matches what my eyes can do…
People have commented that I tend to talk about things as being “like crack” or like an addiction, despite the fact that I’ve never done crack, nor have addictions. It’s my way of describing objects of furious passion. What I call addictions, I mean, obsessions to the point of utter distraction. Basketball is one. Information in the form of books and media another.
My #1 addiction that consumes me to the point of utter distraction?
Isn’t it obvious?
it’s the rush of a high-powered machine trembling under your fingertips.
i’m the kind of person you can be with in silence while experiencing a deep, profound connection. just most people never access that aspect of my expression.
what happened last night?
fireworks. amazing chemistry.
did you ever doubt it?
Mercury is not stationary. Then why the static?
lots of things were a little off today.
talk of fairies and tails inevitably lead to talk of fairy tales.
I needed space from my mom yesterday, had contemplated not wanting to come home last night and the opportunity arose. Only got half an hour of sleep and had so much to do (the line at the post office with nothing to read was brutal). Figured since I was going out to dinner with Parkson, I probably wouldn’t see her tonight, either. While getting in my car to go home, I heard my phone dial in my pocket. I had recently told my mom about how I purposely keep some people’s numbers in my phone so I can know to screen them when they call. But sometimes my phone will randomly dial the very people I’m trying to avoid.
So I scrambled for my phone, hoping it wasn’t anyone I really didn’t want to reach out and touch. It dialed my mom’s number. I quickly hung up. She called back. Asked what I wanted. My phone dialed, not me, I said. Okay, she said.
the fastest person you know can also be a slow moving creature.
Sometimes all a person wants is someone to come home to.
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J. Are you hiding an endgame from yourself?
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Sizing up big black guys for future bodyguard.
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Who am I?
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Mercury is stationary.
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Parkson told me to go someplace I’d always wanted to go but never been before I have to start this next thing.
Okay.
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