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Jul. 9th, 2005 03:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
teiresiasChantal, being in town for about 5+1/2 minutes, as per usual, has departed once more for the other SLC. My time with her was of course far too brief, but at least El Loco Mexicano and I were able to see her off this morning after ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
queueball was so good as to open his relaxing apartment to me and my friends for some hang-out time last night.
It's strange how some people have stayed with me through the years, while others have fallen (or have jumped headlong) by the wayside. I don't really regret losing touch with just about any of the latter group-- if I'd really wanted to retain their friendship, I would have made an effort to do so, after all. I only hope that all those whom I count among my closest confidants will eventually make their way to Seattle, once again or for the first time-- if I'm going to live anywhere in America, it's here, and the likelihood of getting all of my good buddies to move to, say, Amsterdam or Brussels or Geneva seems small at best.
Still, I myself am doing my damnedest to escape this earthly paradise once more-- however temporarily-- so I can hardly begrudge anyone else the need to spread their wings and see how high they can fly.
It seems to me that, at least in certain people, there lives within an instinctive aversion to a certain kind of comfort-- that to play it safe and do the sensible thing is deeply inimical to inner peace. By doing that which, by all rational material standards at least, should make us happy because secure, we can stifle some essential inner quality that only finds its true expression by dealing with a certain amount of adversity/chaos.
Call it the "Crucible Theory", perhaps.
queueball was so good as to open his relaxing apartment to me and my friends for some hang-out time last night. It's strange how some people have stayed with me through the years, while others have fallen (or have jumped headlong) by the wayside. I don't really regret losing touch with just about any of the latter group-- if I'd really wanted to retain their friendship, I would have made an effort to do so, after all. I only hope that all those whom I count among my closest confidants will eventually make their way to Seattle, once again or for the first time-- if I'm going to live anywhere in America, it's here, and the likelihood of getting all of my good buddies to move to, say, Amsterdam or Brussels or Geneva seems small at best.
Still, I myself am doing my damnedest to escape this earthly paradise once more-- however temporarily-- so I can hardly begrudge anyone else the need to spread their wings and see how high they can fly.
It seems to me that, at least in certain people, there lives within an instinctive aversion to a certain kind of comfort-- that to play it safe and do the sensible thing is deeply inimical to inner peace. By doing that which, by all rational material standards at least, should make us happy because secure, we can stifle some essential inner quality that only finds its true expression by dealing with a certain amount of adversity/chaos.
Call it the "Crucible Theory", perhaps.
