"Too much, too little, or not enough, too fat, too thin, or nobody" - The Crunch, Charles Bukowski
We checked out each other on the FaceTime. A few minutes of exchanging greetings and chitchats. A few attempts to get to know the 'other' person; a lost art among the post-social media socialized 'selves'. What stuck out were a few personal narratives, stories of how we became who 'we' are. An attempt to make connections among ones lifetime events, well some events, others to be left alone within the "tome of memory, its random blank pages".
We also left alone the context that we carried with ourselves, the 'class', and with that our perception of what is 'normal' or 'abnormal'. We both carried our own walls, walls to insulate us from the 'others' of certain types. To penetrate these walls, simply meant to be a romantic, while the forces of 'class' face off.
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I remember I used to turn on FaceTime on my MAC and watch the tears roll down. There is something comforting in watching yourself cry. It kicks/snaps you out of your mental state to the surface, the world of shadows. There is something comforting about it; first, you see a familiar face; second, you’re confronted by your ‘mental state’ which depending on your perception of yourself can be reaffirming. Try it for yourself!
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