Who Is That Person (LINK)
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See I was born in February, not in May or June, so my astrological sign is Aquarius, not
Gemini. The reason I say this is because I seen this person the other day that made me
wonder, what in the hell am I doing over there, which was here, but what I could not figure out is if they were where they were at, why was I in the same place looking at them. Now yeah, your just as much confused as I was right now but do not worry, it will make since in a minute, trust me. I would not steer you wrong about something this shocking or important to me with out properly warning you at some level (see the first paragraph, line two ).
But seriously, truly try to understand that when I start writing this theory of thought, I had
no other choice but to call it, Who Is That Person. Because I was standing over where I
was at, looking at me looking at them, wondering, what in the hell is going on and why in
the hell am I thinking about this kind of stuff any way, when I am not trying to.
Now also seeing how I was told that the best way to get to the bottom of anything is to
start with what is on the top of your head, I start thinking about what I ate recently, what I
dreamed about the night before, what shows did I watch on television and who I have
significantly met in the last twenty four hours of my life to make me see and feel these
things that confuse me so much. Now being a creature of habit, I remember that I had
Chicken Fettuccine for dinner while drinking a little wine, watched the evening news,
Sports Center, The Chris Rock Show and G-Strings Divas on the tube. I worked hard the day before, so I slept pretty soundly and did not dream about anything significant, but remembered that I did met this woman that made me look at myself in a realistic way, so I started from there, to get to the bottom of all of this.
Now to describe her to you would do no justice in what I seen with my own two eyes,
and felt with my beating heart. It was not like she was something to call the National Enquirer about, or that she was a super model running through the streets nude or anything. She was just a normal person that effected me in a abnormal way. It was the way she looked, the way she smiled, the flaws she displayed in a perfect way, the way she walked and most of all the way she interacted with people.
She was surrounded by people, friends I think, but no defensive walls were up or any do not disturb signs posted on their faces or any where around them, so no doubts came to mind in my head. Men came up to her asking this and that, but so did women, so her balance seemed in tact, as did her positive attractiveness towards society. Her clothes were selective and sexy, not sleazy or trashy. Her hair was crafted, not artificially created for any special event or for the moment to draw attention to herself. Her smile was glowing and inviting, not fake or forced, and the aura she gave off was better than the smile she showed when the time was right, so I knew she was in touch with her inner self, because the outer was better than I just described. What this did was let me know or seriously assume that the rest of her exterior was that much more real than what the eyes could see, and I could not keep my eyes off of her. So before you know it, I made my move to get a little bit closer, to get a close up look at what I really already knew in my heart was something special. So now I am thinking, how can I do this, how can I start all of this off without sounding corny, like the many others that has failed in this parallel situation or anything along those lines. Then realized, just be yourself dude, and see if she can handle the truth because that is what you want her to see and expect from her in return. Now when we met each other in a crowd of people, it was like magic. We really had no real reason to interact or talk, but seeing how I had seen her around before, I start wondering why did not I see what I was seeing then? Why did it take me many one night stands, meaningless relationships and heartaches along with breaking hearts to meet this woman so many miles away from my geological home what made me question, what a home is. I start questioning my drinking habits and wondered if I was a little too snobbish or intoxicated to notice anything like this before in my past. Or was I simply in a different frame of mind when I thought I was on top of the world showcasing my materialistic armor, and realized something when I seen this person that brought me back down to earth by her presence that made me start thinking differently.
Now seeing how this all may come to a surprise, the best part is yet to come. When she
opened her mouth and spoke, I swear I think I heard angels singing, and when she told me
her name, I almost spoke it to her syllable for syllable like I already knew it or named
her myself. I noticed the way her posture became confidently vulnerable, as were her
choice of words, deliberately selective and free flowing speaking from her heart and experience. Her attitude was somewhere between regal and common, so I wisely knew
that playing any type of game or testing her intellect would only result in us not knowing
who each other was on a realistic level. Now though this interaction did not burn the house down, it did ignite some flames inside of me. After I made it known that I admired her style and hope we speak again, we went our separate ways, but unified our curiosity in meeting each other. Now after a brief introduction, I sort of lost my hearing for the rest of the night. I had trouble hearing the other people speaking to me, because maybe I did not want to hear people talking for the hell of it, just angels singing like I was in heaven. Everything sounded like jumbled jargon or some low tone mumble I could not understand, so it made me look at my surroundings and why I was there in the first place, which brought on other issues I now see as non-important. Now many do not know this, but I have not really had a normal life. I mean it is normal for me in a since, I do not know anything else but to be me, but a little too much for what I really think is important now that I met this woman. When many ask me to describe to them my description on how I would describe my life, I say that is it is a combination of the movies Pleasantville, The Matrix, The Notebook, The American Gigolo, Arthur, Meeting Joe Black and Coming to America. Now just about this time, that is where this other guy came into the picture making me wonder, who is that person looking at me
looking at them.
So after parting ways with this beauty, I am not sure if she picked up on the vibe I was giving her, but I am sure her friends did. They seen the way I was looking at her, but understand it was not like a prize or trophy, or piece of meat for that matter, this was genuine. 100% admiration for a woman that made me see the image of what a human being should be and stand for. A woman that may have been around the block a few times, but while going around that block, she was checking out the scenery, the goods and the bad parts about it, while also living, learning and growing from the experience to know why she went in the first place. It would not surprise me if she would one day own that block, and share or teach what she knows to others that gather in her presence for their own survival. But then again, that is when my twin showed up, looking at me looking at him wondering, who is that person.
Now this person I was seeing was kind of out there. Picture this, a man with all of my
characteristics, my perfections, my flaws, my build, my clothes and everything else I have in life. The weird part was, his emotions and feelings were broadcasted on his forehead in neon lights, . Now get this, I was the only one that could see what he was feeling and thinking about every moment. It was almost like looking through a two way mirror at yourself, with guide lines to follow or more like a road map to yourself . He also
met this same woman in the mirror, and he did things a lot more different than I did. He
held back nothing, no games, no tricks, no smooth lines or anything like that. He was not
in awe or anything, and the words showing up on his display board read, Perfect Match.
The guy was the real deal. I seen how he felt pain, and comforted it with love, not solitude or shelter. I seen how he searched for long term survival in each moment, instead of being the center of attention for the moment temporarily. I seen how he enjoyed the people around him, as they did him, and that the woman he met responded to his confidence, certainty and
sincerity, not doubt or motive shown from around a bush in a deceptive way. I then seen how her feelings were showing up on his display screen when the held hands and hugged. I felt the wisdom of his past, and the direction of his future. It was not materialistic, though the plan was to manufacture the materials bought by many suffering from the same disease I had before I found the cure in this vision. I seen the focus, the plan, the dream, the dedication and basically everything I had been doing wrong in climbing the mountain to success. I was not envious, or jealous, I did not hate him for being him, I admired him for showing me who I am not and want to be. Then I realize that I do know that person I had been looking at. It was me, growing up and seeing life for the first time in slow motion through a two way mirror made for myself. Now I really start think about was it the woman that brought this to his attention or time and experience. I am not sure and I really do not know, but one thing I do know, and that is what he would do if he seen what I seen, and felt what I was feeling when I met her. Now the thing is, what do you think he should do if he was me. And more important, what do you think he did, the man and the twin, when the met each other for the first time -
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