Just a year and a half ago, my life was much saner than it is now. I was holed up most of the day in my back bedroom, reading Zen poetry while incense burned on a meditation altar.
Ms. HRP had left town and disappeared out of my life.
I was still wistfully remembering Ms. Willowy and Ethereal from time to time, but I wasn't obsessing about dating web site profiles and who answered or didn't answer my winks, bleeps and blips.
I had briefly transcended lust and craving and neediness.
I wish I could rewind to that point, but of course, I can't. There's no going backward, only forward.
The past week's worth of postings reads in large part like the rantings of a disturbed, dysfunctional person. If this OKCupid stuff can evoke this much angst and despair in me, maybe that in itself is sufficient evidence that I ought to stay away from it.
It seems like I was on a much steadier footing when I focused on Zen and Taoism, and left love and romance to the people who know what they're doing.
2 comments:
I doubt anyone really knows what they're doing.
I agree. But other people seem to be better at not knowing what they're doing than me.
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