I cannot believe it has been over a year ago I wrote this. Again everthing has to do with time and space. (I was so shocked realizing that I didn't post my thoughts on Interstellar, so I did it like 6 months too late and the previous post is about the movie, since everything links to it's topic.)
I take a deep breath, I sigh. I get melancholy. Just the thought of the ratio of people on earth, of males and females, of people your age, of people with your likes and dislikes, you are attracted to and vice versa, of complementing and/or mutual taste... it makes me dizzy.
Either there is the perfect match just around the corner, but you never meet him, since you pass this streetcorner always 5 minutes earlier than him. Or the person lives literally on the other side of the earth. Or he will born like years later. What is more frustrating?
I don't want to be content with the obvious and most simple things. It looks like I am supposed to sit and wait. But not at home. Out. Seems comfy enough. Will see who comes along.
I think about this Renoir picture, I feel like sitting there all day and contemplating life.
