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<\/a>\u201cSo I casually asked her, \u2018Are you going to make me lunch?\u2019 She turned around, looked me over, and responded, \u2018Only if you pay for it!\u2019 With no hesitation, I added my stuff to hers on the conveyer belt, paid for everything, and followed her home.\u201d<\/p>\n\u201cI guess the rest is history, as they say.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHa. I say you make your history. The moment was there and I seized it. There was no guarantee. But, more importantly, there was no regret. There won\u2019t be a time in the future when I look back and think to myself, \u2018What if?\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOK, I was just speaking metaphorically.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWere you really? You hide behind your books and poetry. Has a woman ever really loved you? For no reason, I mean. Not because she sees you as a meal ticket or a prize to display to her friends. You have a theory for everything, but do you have the reality?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think so, I can see it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat you are good at: you can experience things vicariously through others.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know the most intelligent and creative minds in history, you know that. I believe they are good teachers.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSure you do. You know I am a nihilist; I don\u2019t believe in anything. Only what I can experience directly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI am likewise a nihilist. That means I can choose to believe anything I want. And that means a world populated by Knights, Ladies, Poets, Prophets, Philosophers, Sages, Mystics, Artists, Heroes, even angels, gnomes, jinns, and gnomes. It is a difficult worldview, requiring an understanding of maths, physics, metaphysics, history, and so on. Not everyone is capable of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI see the same world as you, except that it is populated by criminals, psychopaths, usurers, gluttons, adulterers, idiots, and worse.\u201d<\/p>\n
I wasn\u2019t pleased with his sudden mood change, but he wouldn\u2019t let up.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know your circle of faux traditionalists who don\u2019t actually follow a real tradition. They think they are bad boys for being banned by fb for a week. For all the talk of Heidegger, they are Cartesians at heart, men without qualities, with a detached \u201cI\u201d that sits in judgment on the \u2018modern world\u2019.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey are not a Dasein, with mysteriously given attributes, who is thrown into a particular world at a time and place with unchosen relations. That is the battle to be fought, not the imagined one in their heads.\u201d<\/p>\n
As he had never spoken so harshly to me before. Perhaps it was the sun and the alcohol. I have known him a long time, sometimes closely, but often with gaps in our relationship. Usually, we are so close that it seems that we share the same brain, but use it for different thoughts. Since our smokes had gone cold, we had to pause momentarily to re-light them. That gave us a chance to change topics.<\/p>\n I still have unpublished notes from the summer he spent as a dance host so he could get free Mediterranean cruises. Or the three times, he was selected as a poster boy for matchmaking services catering to women; he got an invitation to the Marine Ball at the Jamaican embassy out of it. I\u2019ll clean them up and post them someday, but I was interested in a simpler topic that afternoon. As our moods changed from Saturn back to Jupiter, I brought it up.<\/p>\n \u201cI got involved in Twitter thread posed by some young women discussing what is the best first date. I tried to interject some thoughts but got nowhere.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou don\u2019t seem like the Twitter type, my friend,\u201d he responded.<\/p>\n \u201cApparently, most people agree with you. I am totally ignored on Twitter. That is why I decided to write a post about it and would like your input.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI do have a lot of experience in that area. It will make for a nice conversation.\u201d<\/p>\n We continued talking until dusk, when we had to go inside to avoid the mosquitoes. Soon after, Lorraine arrived to pick him up.<\/p>\n DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is probably coincidental.<\/p>\n [youtube “https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=QBUOKnLdJpc”]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" As he had never spoken so harshly to me before. Perhaps it was the sun and the alcohol. I have known him a long time, sometimes closely, but often with gaps in our relationship. Usually, we are so close that it seems that we share the same brain, but use it for different thoughts. Continue reading <\/a><\/p>\n
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