it's a running game between the two of us. we compare socks. he always wants to take mine.
that day, i was wearing jack skellington socks.. and he had on bugs bunny. a grown man, 32 years old, supervisor of his department, wearing bugs bunny socks to work.
later that night, during a movie/drinking fest at his place.. he would keep asking for my socks. and i would keep saying no.
"i've grown quite attached to my socks," i told him.
"but you're not supposed to become attached to anything.." he said.
i understood what he was talking about. even though it was a philosophy the two of us had personally never discussed. i was too drunk to respond, though. he halted my thought process. i was only playing.. i'm not really attached to my socks.
something he said.. as we talked on the balconey as i prepared to leave:
"i don't lust after the people i love.."
i just looked at him, considering the reality of a thought like that.
"it seems to work out for me," he said.
and i wondered how much i was like that, too.
LJ