Story Part XII
So, this was me the fourth time Sebastian found me:
Location: Chicago
Occupation: Baker
Education: Some grad school
The last great book I read
history: Guerilla Prince
autobio: Miles Davis
non-fiction: Goedel, Escher and Bach
fiction: Invisible Cities
My most humbling moment
This will sound trite; but I'm actually trying to answer this question honestly. I feel humbled whenever I listen to certain musicians, walk before certain artists' paintings in a museum or finish reading certain authors' books. I realize where I'm currently positioned on the scale of human potential for greatness.
Damn.
Favorite on-screen sex scene
A scene which shouts in my mind: Clive Owen yelling "What does a person have to do to get some intimacy around here?!?" in the strip club.
If I could be anywhere right now
Florence, 1420 Paris, May 29, 1913; NYC, 1948 Cuba, 1973
Five items I can't live without
"hobbies", music, laughter, stories, mojitos
Fill in the blank: _____ is sexy; _____ is sexier.
Intelligence; intelligent compassion
The word or phrase that best describes my personality
The best animal to describe me is the hermit crab. I stay safe in a little cave, and periodically venture out into the world to bring tastey morsels home with me.
My personal style
I think of clothes as costumes. I also value consistency. So, I wear librarian, hipster, yuppie, punk, and sporty costumes. lately, i wear as little as possible. because it is swelteringly hot.
What I like - or dislike - about what I do for a living
I like working with my hands, having a task which is easily completed and the instant gratification I feel every day I bake. I was in graduate school (sociology) for two years before I realized that I really felt uncomfortable in that environment. But my coworkers are great, and I still get to talk about Levi Strauss from time to time. But without all of the snarky interruptions.
The type of family I come from
Three sisters, all of us very close. Dad and Mum are great, but not great together. It was a real inspiration watching how they both handled themselves with dignity throughout their divorce.
The amount of fame and fortune I've achieved in my life is...
All the kids on my block know I bake the baddest bread.
I have an obsessive personality which I've channeled into various hobbies such as baking, collecting, painting, playing and listening to music and reading the histories of dictatorships. I'm trying to collect enough hobbies so that it appears as though I lead a normal life--though just one could so easily absorbe me fully.
If my books could carry on a more complete conversation, I'm not sure I'd be here. Would you if Gogol were speaking to you? I love people but I don't like spending much time with them. That may sound odd, but I am a bit of strange one. I am a strangest.
I don't like small talk and I'm too self-conscious to enter into a full conversation with new people, so there it is.
This does not read like a warm invitation, does it? Well, I firmly believe that to someone who understands, I will appear as though I simply understand myself. And this is mosty correct.
Sometimes I feel as though I'm too sensitive to all that surrounds me and that I'm one harsh note away from losing my mind. But I've become quite skilled at filtering out the world's demands for my senses, and focusing on all of the beauty I see every day.
I write awful poetry and insert it into books I sell to the used bookstore. On occasion, I have inserted pictures of my feet. A way of sending myself out into the world without suffering those anticipated consequences.
So, I am a thoughtful, calm though passionate, sensitive, generous and happy individual. And I have every confidence that I will find someone to share my world with...
More About What I Am Looking For
I would like to find someone who challenges me creatively, intellectually and emotionally without entrapping me in competition.
Someone intelligent, but not patronizing (to me nor others).
That gentleman who is kind to the waiter in the small diner on a road trip when no one is looking.
The guy who notices how heartbeats and breathing tend to converge to one rhythm when you're lying next to the one who understands you--the person that even your lungs trust.
Perhaps the man whose laugh fills the room faster than cigar smoke.
And most importantly, he neither fights me for the last roll, nor refuses to touch it--he offers me half.
******
If I wrote in all of the fields from this profile here, there would be exactly 6 differences between my true self and the self created here. And so, imagine my amusement when I received the following message from Sebastian:
Subject: What We Write, What We Wear
"I would only feel presumptuous attempting to outline the hierarchy of our similarities from fundamental to minute, even when my initial and only hope remains that they were already as readily apparent and exciting to you.
But I will say that I feel much more comfortable in your words than I do my own.
So, no small talk. I am moving to Chicago in April; I would like to meet you far before then.
Sebastian."Labels: Story
2 Comments:
I love the part about "the person that even your lungs trust". Now I wish I wrote that.
-famjaztique
Thank you--this is not the last time that line will be referenced here...=)
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