I like.
What would
Freud say about this?
It had already been said about me that I am a lesbian,
(see term: woman who loves women).
so I will steal this one as well, as a joint compliment
from you and Freud.
As said, I'll try to follow close by your text:
Who would have thought I will have found my match
on this one.
So first, kudos for the writing and the thought,
or like they say in English,
Ditto.
Amazing, how you begin to write thoughts, yours/mine,
correcting along the way,
as if developing genral psychological theories as you write,
so at first I said to myself, superficial,
I know how to answer this,
and then, wait a minute, you are answering on your own.
You blew all the air out of my sails.
So at least to summarize in my own words, may I?
I did not ask:
Browsing a hundred pictures and selecting ten to see
what is written in there.
The sum of my personality fabric,
that which we sometimes call the
subconciousness,
will decide who turned me on,
and if I trust him enough,
and he makes reasonable decisions,
then probably I have a better chance in finding
that which I am seeking.
After that I start reading what you wrote,
and all my energies start floating,
and I simply
must write to you,
and who cares for all the beatiful theories regarding
the subconciousness making smart decisions,
but maybe they are correct,
because even in that he made the decision for me,
and if I trust him then everything is all right.
And every time I see your picture I have a feeling of
Deja Vu,
and it is somewhat bothering,
because if it is some scratch of mine which I forgot about,
then later he (the sub) will not let the click happen.
And just today I remembered, and this is funny as hell,
as it is related to absolutly nothing,
and it goes to show what all my air blowing is worth,
and what all the blank theires are:
One of the first books that I read in English
when I was about fifteen, was Foundation by
Asimov.
On the cover, an old man seated in a wheelchair,
and he is the legendary character entrenched throughout
this magical trilogy, and for several days already
I am asking myself why does it seem to me as if in your
picture you are seated in a wheelchair,
and I cancelled it mostly because I myself am moving
around in my appartment in a chair with wheels,
of the computer,
beacause just a few days ago I sprang my ankle really hard,
but why specifically you, I asked myself,
and today I thought of the book.
Beacause you are seated in the exact position the painter
chose to seat Hary Seldon in, in the book that so
touched me then.
There are pictures at...
Let goodness shine onto us all.
