Neighbour #3 - Lorien
There exists in my life no more beautiful a thing than Lorien, or Loh, or in the brilliant glare of offline reality, my Fiona. Hah, that gets me thinking that I should totally re-record The Knack's My Sharona as My Fiona. Wouldn't that be out and out hilarity? I think you'll agree that it would.
I've shared more about myself with Loh in the past six months than I did in the entire two years of my last longterm relationship, a couple of years ago. Artwise, I've accomplished more with her at my side than in the entire century preceding our relationship. Forget that I've only been alive for 26 years, it's still true! There exists no better muse, with which paper I do abuse. Hey, that was pretty clever.
Emotionally, it's been a relief, to be sure. As a general rule, I cannot stand the company of others in anything more than small doses. It's not because of them, or because I feel that I'm better than them, but rather that I have a very topsy turvy mind and if I can't spend time alone to sort through it all, I turn into a furious beast furied fury. Fiona understands this, supports me through it, and encourages me to spend time alone to do all the things I like to do alone. She makes no secret of the fact that she hates being apart from me, and I certainly enjoy her company as much, I think, as she enjoys mine, but even with that being so, I absolutely cannot spend great amounts of time with any one person. Be it Fi, or Be it television's Jeremy Clarkson, no person alive can captivate me to the point that I can ignore my annoying mind's demands for ocassional solitude. I'd eventually come to the conclusion that I was destined to a life of 2-week "relationships" courtesy of this socialus imcompatibilitus, but lo I found Loh and all has been well.
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