the lost man chronicles
book two: the art of love
fearing (human) nature
stultum est timere quod vitare non potes.
last night there was a woman on the bus sitting directly in front of me who was seemingly admiring the exquisite cityscape which we were passing. and i'll admit, i noticed she was looking because she was—good-looking.
feisty attraction aside, i wanted to just lean over to her and say, with a sincere smile, "amazing isn't it?" a comment not meant as a come-on, but merely as a reverential expression of what i felt was mutual awe of the moment.
of course, underlying that compulsion was the subtle notion of subliminal seduction, but seriously it was a second-thought.
it only became primary when i thought too much, and considered the relational dynamics—what will she think of me it i were to simply act naturally upon such an innocent whim?
intrusive? rude? wily? weird?
weird was really the least of my concerns, for weird is just misunderstood most of the time—weird is extraordinary, strange, odd, eccentric, amusing, wonderful (full of wonder), enigmatic, and original.
after resigning to my ludicrous trepidation, i sat back to become one with the seat and write this solemn missive, sad because i was being normal—boring, conforming, polite, afraid, and staid. it was a minor realization which i consciously allayed by deciding to end this cursive—right here.
"It is foolish to fear what you cannot avoid." ~ Publilius, Syrus
the art of living the art of love