Thoughts as I lie here, dying

(Okay, not dying but not eating so basically dying)

If there is someone for everyone, what about priests, monks and nuns? What happens to their person?

What if your person is in North Korea? (Which, by the way, isn’t even on Google Maps!)

What if your person is severely autistic or had SIDS or was in the World Trade Center that day in September?

What if your person lives in another country and you have an extreme fear of flying?

Ooh, what if you’re racist and your person is a not-you?

If you met your person, could they make a bad impression on you? Is that possible? Does fate draw you together or does free will mean you can screw it up?

Maybe everyone has a person but their individual karma determines if they get to meet them in one particular life.

Ooh, interesting short film idea: We live in a world where everyone does have a person and that person speaks to you in a language that only the two of you can understand. In this world two people meet on the last day of one of their lives. The last word is in that language. Someone get Hollywood on the phone; this needs to go to Sundance!

And I need to keep drinking ginger ale, ignore these shooting pains that are far too reminiscent of stomach flu and focus on pleasant things, like chocolate.

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About J.

A former twentysomething with a head full of curls and heart full of questions wondering: when we get to nirvana, will there be food?
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2 Responses to Thoughts as I lie here, dying

  1. Natalie says:

    Are you feeling sick, too?! I thought it was just the pregnancy, but if you’re feeling a stomach bug, uh-oh, because I have been as well. Maybe we caught something at Westside Tavern? I can’t think of what we ate to make us sick. Bummer. Also, I don’t think anyone has a particular someone, especially only a one someone. A person can be with lots and lots of someones. There are some that are better than others (Michael is so great and I am so great with him) but I know, and he knows, that we both could’ve made it work with other people.

    • J. says:

      It was awful. I was an absolute mess yesterday. Today is better but I am still vaguely nauseous. Actually, just typing the word made me want to gag. I don’t know how I feel about everyone having one person but as a storyteller, I love the romantic tragedy of it.

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