I often write about this concept I call "Sketch Theory." It was, originally, a brief explanation on why relationships - especially Long Distance Ones - don't work out. It has become a bit of a convoluted mess that explains all relationships on some level or another. Yesterday, I was reading Mandy Stadtmiller's article "The 5 Different Roles I Play with Men I am Attracted to" and left a quick comment there about Sketch Theory - confessing that I was too lazy to actually type out my ideas. Mandy replied to my comment and told me to type it out. Seeing as the thoughts aren't exactly concise, it soon became too much for a single comment and I ultimately just decided to email it to her. So here is that email in all of it's glory - relationships, aprophenia, serial killer's, goodbye sex, quote from Drake...
What many people don’t understand is why I love Henry Miller. There are the literary reasons – his books are poetic masterpieces. There are the parallels to my writing structure – I discovered him as I was growing as a writer and saw a bit of myself in his style. I’ve loved his writing for so long that I no longer see what parallels were there prior to his influence, but I remember reading him and it felt like I was reading something that I had written myself. It was that kind of moment.
I think we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind’s door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends. We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were.
I often write about this concept I call “Sketch Theory.” It was, originally, a brief explanation on why relationships – especially Long Distance Ones – don’t work out. It has become a bit of a convoluted mess that explains all relationships on some level or another. Yesterday, I was reading Mandy Stadtmiller’s article “The 5 Different Roles I Play with Men I am Attracted to” and left a quick comment there about Sketch Theory – confessing that I was too lazy to actually type out my ideas. Mandy replied to my comment and told me to type it out. Seeing as the thoughts aren’t exactly concise, it soon became too much for a single comment and I ultimately just decided to email it to her. So here is that email in all of it’s glory – relationships, aprophenia, serial killer’s, goodbye sex, quote from Drake…
From the Bogardus / Christopher Wedding in Asbury Park, NJ – August 9, 2013#
The sounds of the crashing waves is the only thing that gives texture to the darkness. Even the far off blinking lights from across the water don’t add to the scene. They are a part of the darkness – something that seems almost as ancient as the shores I am looking out over.
Fate is something that was at the centerpiece of Greek Mythology. It’s also something that I don’t believe in, although that same rhythmic pounding of the waves on the shore does make some aspects of life inevitable. But I’ve always been someone that felt that they controlled their own life, their own luck, that didn’t have to wrestle with Fate because it was not fate that was in control, but my own determination. My life has started to close the chapter on the early aspects of adulthood and move to the next stage. It’s something else to see what I’ve accomplished since I awoke from the quiet, irritating dementia of youth. What lays beyond in the next stage, I’m not sure. I know it’s not up to the fates. I know it will take more than just my determination. But as I move forward, it’s nice to give texture to the unknown up ahead, even if it’s simply the rhythmic crashing of my fingers on keyboards late into the night…#