There've been more than I can count this year, and more to come. New places, new faces, new phases. It's funny how every hello is corollory with a goodbye, even if you don't know it yet. Every new friend marking a shift in the arrangement of the existing circle of friends, so that some are pushed back, some forward, and some just slightly to the side. All of us jostling (some less subtly than others "i want lunch.") for time and attention and love. The teasing that holds a faint hint of sullen accusation "yeah yeah, you're either at a practice or at a gig", and the accusations outright "you always say soon". And the realisation that, damn, it's august.
So here's how the rest of the month reads. This week I give back essays. Next week I give back compres. The week after that I give back another batch of essays, and the week after that their last batch of compres for the term. In between I meet the best friend (tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow!), alice and totsy, vid and the boys, aaron and ps, hopefully mp10, go for kids' carn, go for 2 freshers' parties, go for confluence 2006, go for class95's movies at the padang, go to zazu's sister's wedding, write a play AND finish all the chaucer I can.
Weeks whiz by.
And I've mastered the art of procrastinating with minimum guilt.
Which is baaaaaaad.
This month I WILL read "The Confessions of Max Tivoli". Because I've fallen in love with the first line: "We are each the love of someone's life."
Isn't that amazing. Think about it. That statement doesn't pre-require ANYTHING. It doesn't require us to love that someone back, or even to know who the someone is. It doesn't even require that someone to know it. It just says what it means. We are each the love of someone's life. Each of us. The love of a life. Yours, maybe, or mine. We may never find out who's. But it doesn't matter, because we are, regardless. It's a beautiful thing to hear.
you're the love of someone's life