I am on a cruise now, with my younger adult daughter. She has heard me talk like this, but can’t fathom it. She doesn’t realize the conversation with my future self abt not going on the cruise is why I am on the cruise in the first place.
My wife and I have a cat, Tori. Shes perfect (the cat, but my wife too). After dinner, we have “family time” where the cat sits on my wife with me next to her. It’s a moment we both cherish, except I can picture the day where it’s just us two without the cat. My wife can’t talk abt it.
For me, the only consolation, the only grace (a word I almost never use), is that it helps me appreciate today. Or at least intellectualize today, which is not exactly appreciating it, but on the spectrum. Maybe that’s the best people like us can hope for.
Thanks for sharing. Deep resonance with your post.
This resonates sharply!! I’ll say, for me, I had so much grief in my early years that when I indulge in this particular variety of it (often and compulsively) there’s an element that’s comforting. Because it’s what I know. But it’s also all the torture you name. To do it in real time, there’s almost something cinematic about it.
You write beautifully Ingrid. And one, young and older, can identify with what you are saying. Kierkegaard writes of ‘remembering the future’ … a fascinating read. You really can put our emotions into words.
Wow.
I am on a cruise now, with my younger adult daughter. She has heard me talk like this, but can’t fathom it. She doesn’t realize the conversation with my future self abt not going on the cruise is why I am on the cruise in the first place.
My wife and I have a cat, Tori. Shes perfect (the cat, but my wife too). After dinner, we have “family time” where the cat sits on my wife with me next to her. It’s a moment we both cherish, except I can picture the day where it’s just us two without the cat. My wife can’t talk abt it.
For me, the only consolation, the only grace (a word I almost never use), is that it helps me appreciate today. Or at least intellectualize today, which is not exactly appreciating it, but on the spectrum. Maybe that’s the best people like us can hope for.
Thanks for sharing. Deep resonance with your post.
This resonates sharply!! I’ll say, for me, I had so much grief in my early years that when I indulge in this particular variety of it (often and compulsively) there’s an element that’s comforting. Because it’s what I know. But it’s also all the torture you name. To do it in real time, there’s almost something cinematic about it.
You write beautifully Ingrid. And one, young and older, can identify with what you are saying. Kierkegaard writes of ‘remembering the future’ … a fascinating read. You really can put our emotions into words.
P.s. call your mom!