lovely people, good food, extraordinary conversation....should be the makings of a good evening, right? not for me. well, that's not exactly accurate. the evening of which i speak was good. great, in fact. the discouraging reality of it is that when one meets someone at a party - dinner or otherwise - paths may never cross again. this to me is tragic.
dr. vincent once lectured on "eternal moments" - significant encounters which may or may not ever be replicated. a one night stand of the soul. this is what the typical dinner party is. connections with fascinating people -- discussing and questioning the world and laughing freely. this has occurred several times since moving to doha and i couldn't understand why i always felt so let down afterwards. then it hit me. i was not made for dinner party relationships. i am not a good acquaintance. i love relationship. i love getting to know people on deep and even intimate levels. dinner parties are, to me, the equivalent to finally finding the perfect coffee place, only to have the business move across town. there might be a chance i'll drive 45 minutes for the fix, but not likely. i'm simply left with longing and a wistful regret that i won't experience rich dialogue on a consistent basis.
so, if you love me and you invite me to your house for dinner, please sit me by someone really, really boring. or boorish. doesn't matter, just don't let it be someone with whom i connect.
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