No, the last post was not about the Chris I had complained about the previous weekend. A different one. And from my smatterings of hopelessness and hopefulness.
He has a lot of energy and I don\’t know if I can keep up. Usually, it\’s the other way around. I am the one with too much energy and I seriously do not wait for someone to slowly catch up.
It\’s probably what was so attractive of him.
Then I started wondering. Maybe I am overlooking many things. I am attracted to him because only of a few factors. The fact that we are both geeks. The easy-going way of his personality–his ability to be naturally charismatic (and popular). He doesn\’t stop to be normal. No stopping to rest for the usual and the normal. I know I am also attracted because he paid attention to me–that usual teenage thing. He said he would call me and he did. How many people really do that though?
But what\’s missing? He doesn\’t pay that much attention to who I am. Does he really want to know why I do the things I do? What I do? Why I do them? Clearly, he is an only child, but that\’s a side thought. His conversation is filled with stories–of things that happened last week, last month, last year. Is there anything else? I am somewhat the same way, but I have this philosophical streak–where everything means something to me. Where the moments are the things I remember and how I felt then, here and now.
I love it when we laugh together. But the sweet moments are almost tacked on like an afterthought. Just you know, shine a light on me.