R. and I both started reading Walden in the beginning of our relationship. It takes a certain amount of solitude to grow fond of Walden, and our relationship was a vessel where we could put both our isolations while keeping them separate, like water and oil. We were living together, but decided to sleep in different rooms, both reading Walden before falling sleep. It was our proxy: our bodies were separated by the wall in between our rooms, but our minds were converging towards the same ideas. By the time we broke up, neither of us had finished. Nevertheless, we continued reading it.
From the Breakup Museum in Zagreb. I gather this is a new-ish development? Because the last time we were in Zagreb we didn’t bother seeing much/any of it except the wall of graffiti near the bus station. I still remember a very sweet old man giving us some danishes while we were wandering around near the bakery at the bus station. Looking lost? Homeless? Penniless? We were not very self-aware at the time.
I wonder if having a partner makes you travel more, rather than less. If you had to travel alone and foot the cost of a hotel alone etc. would that be too cost-prohibitive? Including all the planning you had to do, alone? And all the eating in restaurants in foreign places, alone? I’ve done my fair share of solo travelling and always found it delightful. But then again, it takes a certain amount of solitude to grow fond of Walden.
Last night we talked about how the outliers in social ineptitude rarely have their friends tell them to their face that they are being dicks. I guess to wit I do not recall an instance where I have directly told a friend that. I generally just don’t make friends with such people. Perhaps the more impressive phenomenon is the friends of said dicks (let’s call them FOD for short), who are nice enough to hang out with them at length without complaining or being turned off. Wouldn’t they then be the ideal friend? Super tolerant and always encouraging. Even in amity the rich get richer and the poor get poorer. One of these FODs actually sent me a Christmas card last Christmas without my sending him one! Thanking me for hosting him for a meal last year. That was the sweetest thing ever.
The amazing thing about the Singapore gossip mill is that everybody kinda-sorta knows everybody else (even nominally) in a given social circle. So that allowed us to distill concretely several examples of Ds and FODs :P which I think yields better analysis. This is the main benefit I have found in going to the right schools. Better gossip.