untitled communication saga (first part)
One:
Our social and cultural system indicates that two people can talk together much like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich where, regardless of differences between them, they can rattle off a smorgasbord of subjects relating to the city or the weather. If more bored than usual citizens, such topics as favorite movies and television programs can be elicited with mellifluous tones drifting off in operatic vapor. In the case of yours truly and the woman in question, my memory served me little as I tried to figure out exactly how we knew each other. One minute I was walking alone and the next I was engaged in a tête-à-tête. However, I was intrigued and not about to deny myself the opportunity with a librarian or bakery worker or politician or college student or any other choice of selection she fit in the questionnaire of our urban environment. Presumably, she wanted to know the time but something about her electricity prompted me to daydream about more.
Two:
An introduction and extension of hand was offered after such should have already happened. Mathematics is a subject that works on the printed or penciled page but life mixes and mashes its suppositions so the soup of fate never quite tastes the same way twice. She asked a few more questions that flew above my head because I was mesmerized by her obvious interest. A more subtle way to go about knowing me would have involved smoke signals or shouting into another’s ears until the information of her fascination came second-hand. However, as try as I might, I could not shake off the possibility my ego prevented me from seeing the truth. She could have merely chose to ward off boredom for a few seconds before telling her friends the extent of her charity work. Whatever the reason, I still felt anticipation on account of how she never approached me in the past.
Three:
Shaking her hand was an almost metaphysical possibility because now the question was posed as to if this was the resolution or the start of something else. She had not told me her name and I could guess she was either herself or someone else representing her. Most women similar to her ignored me so I would need to check a census report to figure out who was more of an initiator among the younger generation and who ignored me. She could give clues by the way her hand moved up and down but my training as a drummer did not provide a course in our momentary rhythm. Her grip was firm and evidence of what I did not yet know but was either willing or not willing to find out. I had errands to accomplish later but I always had those and this moment might not ever happen again.
Four:
She had a weird case of the shakes and went a bit overboard but I went along for the ride because I was feeling like a discoverer climbing a mountain of candy. She kept shaking faster and faster while time said excuse me and drifted off, presumably peeking to observe what was happening. Ours was a recipe for companionship however bizarre the approach. My assumption of her being a politician was making me more suspicious because our possible cultural differences could lead to her obtaining votes for a bill gearing up for potential legislation. If my acceptance of her generosity was the opposite of a veto, let it be known that I was unaware of devious practices within our government but, like a good citizen, I was willing to pretend I knew everything going on.
Five:
I explained that fun time was over because something about her enthusiasm warranted me to assume she mistook me for a celebrity, however much I have fancied myself in that position after having lived in our city for as long as I had. Many people must have noticed me from time to time and she could have peeped from behind a bush or while in a building, gazing from one-way windows. She seemed amused at my slow and constant reiterations that we should part company as if my orders were arousing her interest in how I would react in the next few minutes. Whether she pretended to get lost in etiquette translations, I could not surmise because my perception was getting shallower the more she held on. However, she made a start at relenting by giving a little tease and moving one finger. Perhaps she figured I was asking for a compromise only.
Our social and cultural system indicates that two people can talk together much like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich where, regardless of differences between them, they can rattle off a smorgasbord of subjects relating to the city or the weather. If more bored than usual citizens, such topics as favorite movies and television programs can be elicited with mellifluous tones drifting off in operatic vapor. In the case of yours truly and the woman in question, my memory served me little as I tried to figure out exactly how we knew each other. One minute I was walking alone and the next I was engaged in a tête-à-tête. However, I was intrigued and not about to deny myself the opportunity with a librarian or bakery worker or politician or college student or any other choice of selection she fit in the questionnaire of our urban environment. Presumably, she wanted to know the time but something about her electricity prompted me to daydream about more.
Two:
An introduction and extension of hand was offered after such should have already happened. Mathematics is a subject that works on the printed or penciled page but life mixes and mashes its suppositions so the soup of fate never quite tastes the same way twice. She asked a few more questions that flew above my head because I was mesmerized by her obvious interest. A more subtle way to go about knowing me would have involved smoke signals or shouting into another’s ears until the information of her fascination came second-hand. However, as try as I might, I could not shake off the possibility my ego prevented me from seeing the truth. She could have merely chose to ward off boredom for a few seconds before telling her friends the extent of her charity work. Whatever the reason, I still felt anticipation on account of how she never approached me in the past.
Three:
Shaking her hand was an almost metaphysical possibility because now the question was posed as to if this was the resolution or the start of something else. She had not told me her name and I could guess she was either herself or someone else representing her. Most women similar to her ignored me so I would need to check a census report to figure out who was more of an initiator among the younger generation and who ignored me. She could give clues by the way her hand moved up and down but my training as a drummer did not provide a course in our momentary rhythm. Her grip was firm and evidence of what I did not yet know but was either willing or not willing to find out. I had errands to accomplish later but I always had those and this moment might not ever happen again.
Four:
She had a weird case of the shakes and went a bit overboard but I went along for the ride because I was feeling like a discoverer climbing a mountain of candy. She kept shaking faster and faster while time said excuse me and drifted off, presumably peeking to observe what was happening. Ours was a recipe for companionship however bizarre the approach. My assumption of her being a politician was making me more suspicious because our possible cultural differences could lead to her obtaining votes for a bill gearing up for potential legislation. If my acceptance of her generosity was the opposite of a veto, let it be known that I was unaware of devious practices within our government but, like a good citizen, I was willing to pretend I knew everything going on.
Five:
I explained that fun time was over because something about her enthusiasm warranted me to assume she mistook me for a celebrity, however much I have fancied myself in that position after having lived in our city for as long as I had. Many people must have noticed me from time to time and she could have peeped from behind a bush or while in a building, gazing from one-way windows. She seemed amused at my slow and constant reiterations that we should part company as if my orders were arousing her interest in how I would react in the next few minutes. Whether she pretended to get lost in etiquette translations, I could not surmise because my perception was getting shallower the more she held on. However, she made a start at relenting by giving a little tease and moving one finger. Perhaps she figured I was asking for a compromise only.
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