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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on May 1, 2005 2:47:12 GMT -5
Cambridge is carrying a red banner, when sie notices a familiar face. It is a man with a pineapple. There is only one man who has a pineapple fetish. "Hey Felix, over here!" Sie shouts out.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on May 1, 2005 2:48:49 GMT -5
"I think you are too judgemental of your sister. I didn't take after my parents. Not in the least. I don't think a person has to follow their parent's example. Part of growing up is finding your own niche in this world and your own truths."
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on May 1, 2005 2:52:59 GMT -5
"Yeah, I guess." I say. "Okay we don't have to talk about my sister. You have anything you want to talk about?"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on May 1, 2005 2:55:21 GMT -5
Bassarov thinks for a moment. His mind is filled with thoughts of Masha, May Day, Selja's Sister, and how he has been rotten lately. He feels a little guilty once again. He thinks of Sakari's advice. But he always ignores his advice. "Are you actually happy following me around? What do you get from this?"
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on May 1, 2005 2:59:27 GMT -5
"Vossya, I love you. I like being around you, you're smart and nice and a great guy. And yes, I am happy following you around, I like travelling."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on May 1, 2005 3:04:23 GMT -5
Bassarov raises both of his eyebrows as if to pity her. But he lowers them and thinks for a moment. He doesn't really know what to say to that kind of loyalty or love. He has never experienced it himself. He puts his hand on her shoulder and kisses the crown of her head. But his thoughts about the situation remain his own.
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on May 1, 2005 3:11:44 GMT -5
I smile, feeling better from his contact. "I don't want to impose on you... I do love you... But I need to be realistic. I know how you feel... And it doesn't bother me too much if you go out with Masha..."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on May 1, 2005 3:14:20 GMT -5
He nods. "I don't know what will happen with that. I don't know what she thinks of me. She might think poorly of me because of how I treat you. I just don't know." He sighs, but isn't unhappy, just confused. He kisses her cheek.
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on May 1, 2005 3:19:34 GMT -5
I take Bassarov's hand and gently squeeze it and give him a small kiss. "She seems nice... And you do get along and agree on a lot of things. I don't know..." I sigh too.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on May 1, 2005 3:22:27 GMT -5
"Who knows what will happen. But I do like her. That doesn't mean there is anything wrong with you or that you have to change or become political. I don't want to pressure you in that kind of way." He pats her hand with his free one. He sometimes thinks Selja is a little lost in the world. Like an orphan drifting with the wrong crowd. Hopefully she finds her way and herself.
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on May 1, 2005 3:27:48 GMT -5
"Yeah, but I should try to be more open at least..." I say. "I wish I understood people as well as you do. Sometimes you're more than a friend and a lover to me, you've taught me so much."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on May 1, 2005 3:32:40 GMT -5
"I am your friend." He replies. "I suppose there is no reason that a person can't be both. Physical intimacy is like a tide, it should be allowed to flow freely in and out of all relationships. I think there are too many rules to govern relationships. They should be done away with and we will all live more freely and equally."
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on May 1, 2005 3:36:30 GMT -5
"Well I don't know about that, but I definately think we should have a choice about it. But I think in a lot of cases those rules are just a substitute for good judgement." This is about the deepest thing I have said for a very long time...
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on May 1, 2005 3:41:38 GMT -5
Bassarov nods. The rules of society often times prevent people from making their own judgement calls. A person wears a seat belt more because it is the law than the real dangers of getting into an accident. This applies to many things, morality, tradition, and so on. To be real and meaningful, humans must relearn their own values often times with trial and error. "It is getting late, want to return to the hotel?"
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on May 1, 2005 3:42:51 GMT -5
"Yeah, I guess. I enjoyed our time together, we need to do this more often." I say.
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