Bobkgin
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Joined: 7/28/2007 From: Kawarthas, Ontario, Canada Status: offline
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I'm sitting here watching another one slip by. It's like watching a school of fish, each one following in the path of the one before it. It starts with such great enthusiasm. Promises are made, vows taken. Granted it is online, but it is the 21st century and relationships are more and more defined by the degree of connectivity we have with one another, electronically as well as in other ways. Back in the days of my youth, such things would have occurred through ads in Now magazine and conversations over the phone. It is so full of promise. Truth and honesty and sincerity and openness, all offered and all received. And you count down the days for the first moment of truth: meeting face to face. And the day arrives and there is no meeting. "I forgot I had a doctor's appointment" "Everytime I sign on my computer glitches for eight hours" "Work changed my schedule at the last minute" And these moments of truth keep slipping by, revealing a truth that does not conform with the promises offered and the promises received. And maybe its okay to feel anger, and maybe its okay to feel frustration. But what you really feel is sadness. Sadness because you were cheering them on, hoping they'd succeed. You wanted them to achieve the goals they'd told you about and offered to share with you. Was it real? Was it fake? Doesn't really matter. Do you cry any less over a good movie than you do when you are sad? You become engaged. You become involved. You care. You want to believe they're real, that they say what they mean and mean what they say. It matters to you. It's a test of character: how much does their word mean to them, how much do they want your trust and faith. But those moments of truth keep slipping past, and the promises go unfulfilled, and the explanations get longer, then they get shorter, then they stop altogether. Perhaps they live lonely lives where this is the best they can get. And they have to break my heart to get it. (-.-) sigh (-.-) I'm getting too old for heartache.
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