Pebbles

[poliphilo]

Ailz: Would you say you knew everything about me?

Self: Hell, no.

Ailz: Cos there's this thing I'm reading that says that couples start off asking one another questions all the time and then they think they know everything about one another and get bored with the relationship.

Self: How can I possibly know everything about you when I don't know everything about myself?

Ailz: Exactly.

What is personality? It's certainly not a package tied up with string. It's not fixed. I get this image of a rock pool, washed over twice daily by the tide. It's a tight little eco-system, but one that's open to something a whole lot bigger.

O look, those pebbles weren't there before. And that crab is new.

Hello, Mr Crab.

Comments

[besideserato.livejournal.com]

Do you know what her favorite childhood toy was?

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

No, I don't. And I don't believe she knows mine either.

[besideserato.livejournal.com]

Uh oh! Sounds like it's time for you guys to have another one of The Talks! [Giggles] Do tell when you find out! In fact, you should compare and contrast a little. You don't think she mind you writing in your LJ about her, do you?

In fact, do you know what she feels about your need to chronicle yourself, in a way, on the internet where anyone can take a peek?

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

She's on my friends list. craftyailz

But, yes, I'll go find out about the toy and report back.

[besideserato.livejournal.com]

Oh, I had no idea she had an LJ! That is very refreshing that the both of you should share two worlds!

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

She remembers various dolls- including one her parents bought in Italy. You put your hand on its shoulder and it walked. She says she wasn't allowed to play with it much because it was so delicate. Eventually its eyes fell out.

Then there was a Panda she had when she was in hospital with TB and which she had to leave behind on discharge.

[besideserato.livejournal.com]

When I was little my father wrote me a children's story about how toys got magic from the love children bestowed on them. This magic allowed them to move at night. So a toy that never got played with would not be able to come out and hang out with friends when everyone was asleep because it didn't have the strength.

I was so freaked out that one of my toys would not feel loved that I gave most of them away when we went to visit the nuns at a convent nearby to give to children who would and of those that remained, I arranged schedules so all of them would be played with once a week--at least.