Iszimation - My Second Love

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My Second Love

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A month or so ago I started to notice within myself that an elevated threshold of drama was beginning to dissapate. I was told by my counselor that its a similar experience to verterans who return from war trying to acclimate to simple tasks like pooring a bowl of Cherios for their child and expecting a pipe bomb to go off when the school bus hauls them off.

Unable to just let it all go, I decided I needed to drum up some drama for myself, you know, to keep the frequency going. Well, I did several things, perhaps I will detail later, but one was to contact an old girlfirend from highschool, who I was tragincally in love with... I mean waaaaaay in love with. The relationship really only lasted two weeks, but it gave me a taste of something I had never had then, or really since. This girl, very gorgeous, a cheerleader captain, was somewhat of a medium. In her presence, we could talk without spoken words. This is not a sense I was born with; I think it was really her, and a gift that extended outside of herself, and while I was in this radiance, was able to know things I wouldn't otherwise be able to know.

Well, in spite of the short two weeks of bliss, distant as the memory is, I recalled her while attempting to realize the first moment I ever fealt vengeful towards a woman. Well, it was her. In fact, using my creative mental talents, I crafted a nasty plan to show her how I felt, but I never carried through with it, and I am glad I didn't. But it did set the stage for subsequent relationships, which more or less ended pretty badly with some degree of meticulous sabotage.

But that is all behind me now... right? Well, to reflect on it all, this girl does hold a special place, and an experience without measure, though short. So I googled her, and lo' and behold. She came up first hit on Facebook. I don't really desire to partake in social networks, but in part effort to drum up some excitement, I decided to join up and send her a message. Something simple, like hello, how's it going, etc. But the truth of my interest was purely to ask her one very specific question: is she still psychic?

Why do I want to know this? Aside from psychic things being generally abnormal, and thus interesting, I really want to know to somehow validate that the experience I shared with her actually occurred, and that it wasn't so distant as if dematerialized into a dream.

Well, recently she responded. And I did ask this question, though haven't gotten a response on it. What will she say? "Todd, you're crazy! Dunno what you're talking about." Or possibly, "No, lost it."

It doesn't really matter what the answer would be I suppose, more so that there is some credence to the authenticity of my experience. But even this isn't as important. I believe the greatest importance resides in forging openess about the experience people share together in effort to reveal, expand, and enlighten each other's concepts and experiences. So by this virtue, I hope there is some door I can open, that something good will pass through it, and another triumph can be added to my life's collection.

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