I called it ‘render mute the * and turning * down (but anyhow..)’ In the city of Gothenburg in Space, there is a delicate triangular glass household, recognisable as one of many such households that network the Earth, of two floors with a landing halfway up, of enough wholesome decor and ornament to patronise any garden of Eden and make it (seem) pleasant, and it’s bolted with a door to make it (seem) secure. The three household’s occupants of this story believe it only feels full when it’s being occupied by people filling both floors in bliss (and that is purely ignorant, but anyhow..) As it is inevitable with natural phenomena curiousity drives the meetings on the landing and so on day one a curious Peculiar* from the unseeming bottom floor met a couple of Normals* from the top floor on the landing for a conversation that they had never had before. As it turned out, the Peculiar was a fairly patient man who had been fairly generous with his time with both of them previously, and with, and to a lesser important degree, his ideas and shared them openly using many verbal and written vehicles, a whiteboard for drawings and so on to get his point across. In fact, he had in part devised the plan for the architectures of the landing such that these and other Normals and other Peculiars could spectate and potentially learn each others’ point of view and get in touch. Points of view which had, in fact, been party to this particular conversation and were deemed to be the input and output of ‘feelings’ (and by and by there are none in this quintessential Swedish story but anyhow..) One of the Normals was male (let’s call him Male), and the other was female (let’s call her Cat), and their history together up to this point had never been defined by either of them to Peculiar – just in dribs and drabs, here and there, and by and by, and to Peculiar it aroused enough suspicion for him to suspect ‘unfinished business’. How could he ever know if no one told him in the first place? For instance, statements like Male’s “What have you got to be jealous of?” and other social violence – essentially of patron (where did that come from?) and Cat’s “I better go back inside before he gets jealous!” (and other communique that had been selectively omitted and avoided from the conversation) certainly do nothing to dissipate the input and output of the point of view (it seemed like they were cohootly sneering, but anyhow..) Ironicly, Cat had said historically that she wouldn’t like to be stabbed in the back. Peculiar wanted her to be different, and wanted her to be a hundred percent who she was so he ended his part of the conversation by saying that there was a time when he did care (a reflection of the jealousy) but not anymore. He wasn’t going to subscribe to a second gender feminist rebellion in his life – he had already been a close spectator to one and he wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice. When trust was the factor, he questioned the depth of her Swedish “love” (and there are no feelings in this story, but anyhow..) Of course, I could have just said I felt insulted (for the second time in just a few days but anyhow..) In the end, there is no need and there are no open questions. I don’t trust and I like my raw potato (but anyhow..) And thanks for the (removed). FOOTNOTE; There is no important distinction between Normals and Peculiars – “and so what man called them were they so named.”
Posted on: Tue, 11 Jun 2013 17:51:25 +0000
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