Familiar stranger
Before reading this, I’m telling you I’m a hopeless romantic and since that’s a kind of a disease to have, you are not allowed to laugh or huff or snort at this. That would be very rude and insensitive.
So, to the subject. I know it’s stupid, overly sentimental and a cliché in general, but it still makes me wonder. How is it that sometimes you meet these people who instantly make you feel very at home in their company? Like you’ve known them for ten years or maybe shared a childhood. That kind of person doesn’t make you the least bit nervous or uncomfortable even if you were nervous to begin with. You can even share awkward silences with them without the silences becoming awkward at all. And you suddenly get the feeling you could share all your secrets with this person and he would do the same with you.
It’s such a lovely feeling. It should happen with everyone, but it rarely does, if ever. Maybe it wouldn’t feel so nice if it happened all the time. Maybe it would.
Anyway. I don’t think the last time this happened (very recently!) was a mutual feeling. It would take a miracle for two people to meet and be equally ludicrous about such things. Well, it’s still a nice thought and one can always hope.
What I like to think is that maybe I’ve known those people in another life. Maybe we’ve been siblings, lovers or a parent and a child. Something important, something warm. I don’t actually believe in life after death or karma or anything like that, but it’s a beautiful thought. Isn’t it? Any fellow ludicr-ees out there?
So, it’s almost 3am again. I’m so tired I have to install matches between my eyelids to keep my eyes open, and still I’m just sitting here, ignoring the call of the incredibly soft and warm bed. Not so smart.
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Today’s nice tunes for you to listen and watch! The songs aren’t very recent, but they are excellent. And Danish, all of them! The links will take you to YouTube, but you can also search these guys on Spotify.
