My last posting was after a night spent chatting with a couple of very interesting women. To clarify, it was after a night at a bar chatting with a couple of women. So, needless to say, I had had a few drinks at the time of posting. That is not to say that I regret anything I wrote, far from it in fact. But the fact remains: should I have posted that night, or waited until the harsh light of the morning...
As should be apparent, I'm posting this after a night where I again met a few interesting people. Unlike the previous evening, this night wasn't something I would put entirely in the pleasant memory column. I wouldn't put things in the unpleasant category either, but I would say I was... ambivalent about the events of the evening. For those who don't know, I have a soft spot in my heart for the word ambivalent. It's special to feel both positively and negatively about something.
Obviously, this begs the question of what was good and what was bad... Or, perhaps more interesting is what compelled me to write at all.
I have been told more than once that I have the sort of face that makes people trust me. Although, trust isn't exactly the right word, since it's more that people tell me things they might not tell other people. These aren't secret things that are illicit in nature, but personal things that are emotionally tender.
I'm not going to go into details. I've drafted out a few things, but none of them seemed correct, so I will omit them all... So without revealing events or detailed revelations, why post?
What I will say, is that no matter how much of a misanthrope I say I am, I will protect those I find to be in need, or at least those I think are in need. Tonight it meant a long conversation and seeing people into a cab. A couple of weeks ago it meant a rather long walk with someone whose sense of balance made it a much longer walk...
I wish I could say that it made me feel good... I suppose, it does to an extent, but really what I feel is that I did what I supposed to do.
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