Recently I wrote a note to somebody I will realistically never see again that ended with the words "Nothing is permanent. Everything is important". Looking back on it now I'm not sure that the message was meant entirely for them. In hindsight, which is always 20/20 (mind you, there is vision that surpasses even this standard), I realize that the reason I had simpatico with this individual as well as I did was because we were walking the same path in about as many ways as I can conceive. Ships in the night, only with signal flares fired to show friendly colours.
. . .and now an excerpt of dialogue I have not found a home for creeps its way into my brain.
1: You're an odd one.
2: Oh? I'm sure there are plenty other people like me. I just haven't been able to find them.
(pause)
1: Why are you such a downer anyway?
2: I like being a downer. It makes me happy.
1: Well you won't find people like you by hiding under rocks all the time.
2: People like me hide under rocks.
I tell myself that this meeting means nothing.
