We talked about the holiday, and how special it had been. “Travel is the only cure I’ve found for pettiness” she said, “Away from people I can love them once again. You are the only exception to that rule” “Away from you” I said, “Life is without sunlight, and surely that must be impossible” “You are impossible” she countered, lightening the mood and I replied, “And you are merely difficult”. “Of course” she said, “Excellence will always be a prima donna”
“And the mirror in which it studies its image will always be reflective” I replied. Again we laughed, because we had this banter all the time. Two people lost in some bubble, free to explore the whimsies of life in a place secret to ourselves and free of daily anxiety: shielded from life’s enquiry by our own unworldly conspiracy.
What would we do without banter? It just adds that little bit of sparkle to the day.
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“shielded from life’s enquiry by our own unworldly conspiracy” – I love that line. It has a nice rhythm and the imagery of a conspiratorial shield… Good stuff!
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In many ways the whole of life is like this, I feel, as we drift from one bubble of existence to another, each relationship mutually exclusive and existing only in our own consciousness.
Great writing!
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Excellent. It is true–the banter between mates can’t be understood by others. Listening to us at times, you’d think we get along as well as North and South Korea.
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Love a bit of banter, it’s what makes the world go round 🙂
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I ove this. It’s kind of “flirty” and I like “flirty”!! Ive done a fair bit of it! 😊
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“Away from people I can love them once again.” Fantastic line. Travel does this for me.
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You share such great insights about the human condition in your writing. The line “Away from people I can love them once again.” really spoke to this introvert as well 🙂
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