Thistle Harlequin's recent "have you stubbed..." thread reminded me of this...
So, a while back I had a thought. It was a fleeting thought, kinda like the **** theme that George Carlin (rest his soul) had in one of his stand ups and said "these are the things I think about when at home by myself and the power goes out."
It goes as follows:
Some day, living the life that I live, I may contract something that is very negative to my health. Perhaps, eventually, fatal. If this is what is meant to happen to me, then there is no way I can avoid it.
I like to think, "change fate, if you believe in it."
Either way, if something is going to happen to you or me, it is going to happen. to quote Raza, "Even doing everything you possibly can to avoid, say, infection with HIV you still run obscure and ridiculously improbable risks like being the second person to get stabbed by some lunatic in a crowd." So if it happens, I have to deal with it.
So I have this thought. It's kind of a downer, kind of an upper. Really depends how you look at life, and how you play the cards you are dealt.
I get *insert fatal, easily transmittable disease of choice* and I meet someone that I fall in love with. I fall in love with said person so much it burns my heart and soul at the same time. This person falls in love with me the same. We spend Everest sized amounts of time together. We never make love. Finally the day comes when said person is told, by me, that I have *said* disease. Said person is accepting of it. We spend countless more amounts of time together. We go to the fair and I win the giant panda for said person. We go to dinner and have lengthy, deep, philosophical talks together. Neither one of us can go more than a day without seeing the other, lest it burn our souls to the core. Finally, said person realizes they can't spend a day without my presence. My soul is lifted to almost Nirvana. Said person decides that the rest of their life is complete, but only if by my side.
I am complete.
We spend the rest of our very short lives together, both sharing whatever I brought to the table. We reach the next destination and decide to go back and start over, under whatever circumstance. We have found our soul mate.
****
What do any of you think about this?
Pipe dream?
Too many intoxicants? (I came up with this perfectly sober, just for the record)
Hopeless romantic?
*insert description of choice here*
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