We both sat, on our beds, in my room. And we talked about what was coming soon. All the pink powder wont cover up what we did. Doing wrong when, we were just kids.

I'm writing this with my coat still on. This is dedication people. Not much time to blog before the day ends, the reel raps, and another one begins.

I appreciate the nice feedback I got on my post on sincerity. It all got me thinking about intention and attraction.

Have you ever met someone and you immediately wanted to get to know them better? It isn't a physical thing and it isn't often a romantic thing. I always relate it to that feeling as a kid when your favorite 'older' cousin came over, or your favorite baby sitter came over. You were just excited that they were there, you couldn't even explain why - and years later you probably couldn't tell me one thing about why you liked that babysitter so much, you just did.

Attraction is a comical thing.

There have only been two instances in my life where I have walked into a room and been drawn to someone - and yes, in a romantic way. I don't know what it is but on both occasions before I even contemplate figuring out a way to introduce myself they are sitting in front of me face to face.

Oh. Hi. It's you.

Familarity is a strange creature. I know you so well but we've never met. Whatever takes course between the beginning and the end of that happens. Then you come to this point. I don't know you anymore but we've met so many times. This feeling resonates as an unexpected banana kick soccer ball to the stomach.

Kapow.

I've seen that look on peoples face. It's not pretty. I describe it as a collection of excitement and pain all wrapped into a big ball of Go F--- Yourself. It never gets easier, unless you are willing to accost yourself over and over to that same emotion so you can associate it with something else, like a time or place.

Recently I've seemed to have run into a misfortunate complication with the above. Thinking you are seeing the same person, getting a hindering of that feeling, and realizing it's not them. The guy collecting donations at the door, the construction worker in baggy pants directing traffic, the guy walking down the street head tucked in his jacket... hi, don't I know you.. wait.. oops. sorry.

A true modern day haunting. It makes me wonder if I'm intentionally noticing these 'familiar' traits thinking it's this said person, or if it truly is a coincidence. I do not look too far into these events but it does make me laugh.  I even pointed it out to my mom who remarked on the pattern.

I've had this happen with dogs in my past too, perhaps leaving an emptier feeling that is best not described, but a similar one just on a different plateau.

And that brings me to the song below. To even those who are haunted, it's a great fairwell song.  I like listening to because I'm not sure if it's about two people parting ways or two people coming to terms with one of their own deaths.  I love duality. I do.