The Calm Before The Storm.

So I could sit n wait for him to answer. What else could be done provided the strategy with its impeccable tactics that we assumed. It's the calm before the storm, I tolde him. The painful part is that it's me who imposed it. He who lives by the sword shall die by the sword. Is it the time? Is it the manner whichin it will happen?

This thread makes me recall another thing I was intending to write about some time ago already. Namely, the matter I would like to bring up is my position when it comes to relationships. To be more precise, I inferred that for my personae it is best to stay reluctant, unconquered, cold, ignorant, etc., etc. This is notwithstanding the old truth that when you cease trying, everything comes to you regardless of the fact that you want it or not. My case is a further underspecification of the same phenomenon, if you will. The difference, you may ask, is that despite I act like a cold hard corpo bitch, I nevertheless still do have the same intentions towards the object in question. This is not so in the broader sense where there is no willingness, nor intentions on the part of the ignorantee. Coming back to my case, the aforementioned attitude is intended to entice and to shift the task of s.c. advances on the entertainer, a.k.a. interested guy. It is profitable for me as well as for the other party entertaining. A better-taolored, more advanced and structured way of conduct thanks to which young blood may be obtained.

Another related thought which crossed my mind during one of classes is of the following sounding: do you mate with a soul mate? It may only be the surface structure which remains appealing to my mind and mind's eye. Nevertheless, the inquiry is still left without any proper answer. Till the time we meet and discuss this over, perhaps.

So much for my miseries. Let us change the subject. It will not be a prolonged one. Just to leave a record of my thoughts. The test of time will show how permanent. It goes like this: first we get in unperceptive to learn  from the best, from the masters refined in critical thought. Yet meanwhile or towards the end we discover unhesitantly  armed in the mental devices they themselves taught us that those whom we once hailed as masters are nothing else but the one and only, first and foremost hypocrites. Much as stern such a constatation may be, it is true and... objectivity-aspiring. The next post shall be devoted on the latter issue later on in the space-o-time.

Concluding on the storm: it's coming, it's approaching, it's almost here. Today I sat in squat and watched the sky from my balcony window. There were no signs of a storm approaching. No appropriate, storm-related season anyway. There was no storm nor stormy clouds on the external. There were heavy, bulky stormy clouds gathering somewhere on the inside...