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It's getting to the point where I can't stand to take in new information, where everything's sythesizing in my head and I just want to set it down, obsessing over the pages of my journal. Finally, I begin to understand1 Raine2
A nice way to sum up my relationship with Raine was the following: when I said "I love you," she said "you better." This is a quote from a dong penned by Pete Townshend and peformed by The Who. To this day, she and I hotly debate the merits of Roger Daltrey.
Music created Raine, even though I was the musician. She owned hundreds upon hundreds of CDs, and there was never a time when our room was silent. A bone of contention was her derision of my own musical choices, although on the whole my exposure to her musical taste was a positive and valuable one.
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1Wrong word. I always understood. "Identify with" would be a more acurate way of putting it.
2ex girlfriend/quazi fiance. One reason we split up was her devotion to her online journal3 -- it reached the point where she eschewed all contact with me in favor of her imaginary world.4
3I would provide the link, but she is paranoid that her identity will be discovered. This is another subject on which we had lengthy arguments. One thing that defined Raine was an overriding sense of shame, of insecurity. I spent many nights awake, guarding against the demons which accosted her dreams.5
4My term. Not said without a sense of irony.
5I'm speaking figuratively, of course. Less obvious is the fact that I'm speaking literally as well. I've forgotten their names, but not their faces. Even though I've seen them, I never believed in them, and so they held no power in my presense. After Raine and I split up, but while we were still roommates, I exorcized them once and for all. Shortly afterward, I was beset by at least three psychic vampires, two of whom may have been related to this interchange. It took me a year to recover, and I had to vacate the city in order to complete the process.
Note: If you worry that this footnote thing is getting out of hand, be thankful that I no longer include it all in nested parentheticals.
A nice way to sum up my relationship with Raine was the following: when I said "I love you," she said "you better." This is a quote from a dong penned by Pete Townshend and peformed by The Who. To this day, she and I hotly debate the merits of Roger Daltrey.
Music created Raine, even though I was the musician. She owned hundreds upon hundreds of CDs, and there was never a time when our room was silent. A bone of contention was her derision of my own musical choices, although on the whole my exposure to her musical taste was a positive and valuable one.
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1Wrong word. I always understood. "Identify with" would be a more acurate way of putting it.
2ex girlfriend/quazi fiance. One reason we split up was her devotion to her online journal3 -- it reached the point where she eschewed all contact with me in favor of her imaginary world.4
3I would provide the link, but she is paranoid that her identity will be discovered. This is another subject on which we had lengthy arguments. One thing that defined Raine was an overriding sense of shame, of insecurity. I spent many nights awake, guarding against the demons which accosted her dreams.5
4My term. Not said without a sense of irony.
5I'm speaking figuratively, of course. Less obvious is the fact that I'm speaking literally as well. I've forgotten their names, but not their faces. Even though I've seen them, I never believed in them, and so they held no power in my presense. After Raine and I split up, but while we were still roommates, I exorcized them once and for all. Shortly afterward, I was beset by at least three psychic vampires, two of whom may have been related to this interchange. It took me a year to recover, and I had to vacate the city in order to complete the process.
Note: If you worry that this footnote thing is getting out of hand, be thankful that I no longer include it all in nested parentheticals.