Saturday, December 21, 2013

A question for the intrepid adventurers here.

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There is a man, a local.  I call him friend, and I believe it to be mutual.  He doesn't know about me, about the same way you guys don't know about me... often.  :)  But I think he sees something there.  Entertaining?  Provocative but in a... usually reasonable manner if heavily weighted on one corner of the squared quad of reality?  Informative?  Perhaps with a different take on faith than what is allowed in church these days?  Perhaps just the first, entertainment, I never know, with certainty, anything.  I just approximate and shoot.

Aye, but he isn't just any man.  He is also the father of the young woman I have... had thoughts concerning.  Clean as those thoughts truly are, they do encompass the notion of more.  I don't... sexually ponder, mentally manhandle, good women.  You just have to trust me.  And, perhaps, some anger about that, even if he understands it rightly.  He is no more sure what to do with that than he is to do with me.  I cannot be sure about the exact nature of the anger.  Not everything is what it seems, and I have my ways of seeing past some nominally typical assumptions and into the heart of things, if I... can easily be mistaken.

The thing is, if he does visit, I think he enjoys it very much.  His miss-takes regarding what he reads here are no different than yours, or even mine (just... work with me).  Just, from his own perspective.  The thing is, I would like to invite him.  I thought to ask for his email, and just send a blind invitation.  But... that...  I must be sure he does indeed read here.  While I do sense, that... has to be... evaluated in real time before I move forward with something, anything I perceive that way actually.  That could be a huge mistake, should I be wrong.  So, should I decide to invite him, which I probably will but would like some feedback from you all, I will simply ask him if he reads here and if he wants to continue.

He will never comment, most likely.  That isn't the point.  He won't involve himself in any way, probably not visiting other bloggers.  Though I suspect his wife very much enjoys haiku, so she may.  And yes, when she can handle it, she reads here, or he shows her things.  She never knew... until it touched her, that something like haiku even had meaning.  She is still a bit... uncomfortable here, but...  for teh art?  :p  I am considering whether to... edit some things I have written since I closed shop to the public, or not.  If not, I will discuss another... THE... issue... with him.  No, just very passively unless he... has more interest in entertaining that conversation.  Brave or foolish, I do what I do.

Yes, yes... spiders have their power, and their weaknesses...  Must take things slowly, cautiously, but surely.  For standing still for too long is just as certain to invite failure, even death.  No, it is more surely to bring... well... Doom.  What do you think?  Yes, I know.  Mind-chess, psychic gobbledegook, craziness... It just happens to, probably, be correct.  I'm just looking for input.  Tear the ideas apart, feast on the marrow of their bones, reconstruct it your way, show why and why not.  Do your worst!


Yeah, I know.  I do have a flair for the dramatic.  But... that's just as likely as not why you bother to read here.  So... meh-r. 

7 comments:

  1. I don't know, Doom. I'd be hesitant to invite somebody I knew in meatspace. That is just my personal opinion though. I consider myself to have the most benign blog and my closest meatspace friends don't know I've been blogging for years.

    I was going to tell you of my relative who a little over 10 years ago met a young woman in her early 20s. He was in his early 40s or so. They now have been married for 10 years with two of the cutest children.

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  2. I'll certainly listen. And, while I am still leaning that way, time and thought and your additive. Yeah, the meatspace thing...

    I LOVE the term, by the way. Leaves nothing to be discovered.

    Hmm, yeah, and... if it were, or should, or could happen, we wouldn't have two in ten. My little troopers would almost be an army by that time.

    Gah! I'd have to hide the sharps and bang-bangs! My kids will be strong, smart, and large. Hmm... velociraptor cages, methinks. Feeding them live wild boar, poor oinky things. Well, I suppose, the little missus might fuss about the mess. Hmm. I have to think these things through before I find myself in a t-rex cage... of my own devising. Tanks for teh heads-up! A fine Christmas present. :)

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  3. Meatspace was coined by one of my oldest blogging buddies. :-)

    I sill think you should be cautious in inviting him. Potential in laws don't need to know all. Trust me on this. And I do love my in laws, btw.

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  4. Oh. Oh! You know... I think you believe even more than I dream. Not that you are wrong, or that I am. Reality is a bit of dream, and hope, and the impossible, put into a pot with water and some sides, then served, hot or cold, depending.

    I sure like to... dig my grave, innit? Ha! I just hadn't looked that far ahead. Spooky. Especially since... his anger was odd. It wasn't as direct as a father purely unhappy with the notion. Either our friendship made that difficult or what I suspected, initially, was the problem... wasn't exactly the problem.

    Echoes in the mind, possibilities, maybes... Yes, good advice. Meatspace... tickles my cockles... if not quite as Raf would put it, mind you. Ha!

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  5. Four paragraphs worth of commentary tends to tell me you'd perhaps be better off not inviting him. At least as long as you're seeing the lady in question. He may be an incredibly nice man, but his presence (commenting or otherwise) would be like the 500 lb gorilla in the room.

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  6. I thought it was for this (among other things) you went private in the first place?

    No, I think you should handle that situation (or not) in the real world.

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  7. Oh fie. Why I ask some questions, after listening to these comments, I don't know. Yeah, I get what you all are saying, and yeah... it makes sense. Blind, I can be. I was almost certain I was going to do this, but... not so much now.

    Michael,

    I am not seeing her. I dream, fear, that she might be interested... available. She is half my age, he is her father, and my friend. Just the thought of her would give me a stroke, or heart attack, if I were a normal, and for every possibility possible. Yeah, I know the potential for love when I see it. Cw-azy, baby.

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