Path: mit-eddie!bloom-beacon!eru!luth!sunic!tut!ousrvr!news From: so-tvk@stekt.oulu.fi (Tommi V. Kaikkonen) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: tommi talks again... Summary: Hoping for the best -- fearing the worst Message-ID: Date: 8 Jan 90 01:29:03 GMT Sender: news@ousrvr.oulu.fi Distribution: alt Organization: University of Oulu, Dept. of EE, Finland Lines: 181 Soft wind blows outside... Tommi looks a bit amazed when he sees Tabbifli 'coming in'. Wondering look on his face he sits next to Luru and speaks again. "Luru, I have heard about this lovely creature before. Wasn't she going to lost her connection to Callahan's? Well, nice to see people doing something they thought they can't!" He sighs loudly and continues. "I can remember the first time I ever opened myself to some people far away me. I had been following my brother when he was chatting on IRC, but I thought that was not meant for me. Funny, how every new thing I see I first think that it is not for me... well, after I suffered from mental disorientation and other nasty things I felt like I should speak to people. I couldn't speak to many classmates, they were not so close, or they were TOO close in physical point of view, but mental..." He looks a bit carried away with his memories... "It was wonderful. I told what happened to me and they told about themselves. I felt like those people were near me, in mental point of view. Physically they were hundred miles away..." "After that one night I always seeked the same friendliness from IRC, but never found it... not untill I found more people. But it looked like I had wrong impression of chatting on IRC. Too many people took that only as a piece of fun. Place to talk rubbish or even worse." "I spent few nights up ... waiting for something to happen there, once I met p{ivi and artist. She and he were nice people. I talked with them about studying, life, everything (not EVERYTHING, but you know). They made me feel more secure again. They were both few years older than me. Well, things are not always as you would like to see them..." "Once I saw them again, but this time they were not in the serious mood they were earlier. They were joking about silly things and just having fun. I felt like I was outsider. Then p{ivi decided to *see* artist and she went to his place... after that, I guess, they have been in love." "That was nice, no hard feelings from me. But what made me sad was that once I felt really bad, really depressed, and tried to talk to them I got ignored... totally and without a word of warning." "That was hard for me to believe... well, afterwards I understood why they did that (I'll tell about this later). But at that time it was really hard for me. Then I promised to myself that I will _NEVER_ ignore anyone. Many months I followed my 'principle #1' and made good friends with many people." "Every time I heard someone said something which could be understood that he or she needed company, someone to talk, I was ready to listen. No wonder people trusted me..." "After few months I traveled to Helsinki. There was the first IRC PARTY in Finland. I knew p{ivi and artist were the persons who arranged it. It was nice, though I was a bit unsure about myself as I didn't knew everyone, someone were not real IRC users, maybe they came there just to take part to the party of others, sorry if I am wrong." "In the first night of the party, when people got drunk or some just a bit tipsy (while some were sober) p{ivi asked me if I was upset of them ignoring me months ago... Funny, I can't remember what I answered but supposing I told the truth I said that I _was_. Then I heard the reason for them to ignore me." "They were in hurry to arrange the party and they didn't know how to cope with all the people sending private messages to them. I had come to that conclusion earlier, but it was a relief to hear that from them, too." At this point Tommi looks quite out of breath and he pauses. Breathing thinking he looks all the people listening to his story. He looks quite relaxed, as all this he told to you has happened to him a long time ago and is not bothering him any more. Scratching his hair, pushing his eyeglasses and rubbing his (big or handsome) nose he continues. "Tabbifli, thanks for your words, they made me feel better again. And many thanks to Luru for his company, you are special friend for me, you know. Once I was having a bad time, I needed someone to talk but didn't want to bother my brother, we are having too much in common, no new ideas will arise when we talk. Or sometimes yes, but after living about 20 years together you really know what the other is going to say. Well, don't feel guilty because you didn't wake up when I rang your doorbell, it was 4am and you deep in sleep. After I came back to my place I met Eva on IRC and she listened me..." "Eva, maybe you kept company to me too long time... I was so tired but couln't go to sleep when you kept on talking to me, no hard feelings, though!" Grinning to Eva he continues. "I would recommend to you a few weeks without IRC. I know it is hard to do, but find your beloved and do something with him. Go more out and if you feel uncomfortable in your home with your nasty sister and nagging mother (and silly little bother and father, watching football on the new yeras eve!) just do more outside your home and talk to them. Tell them how you feel and don't be afraid of them." "Luru, remember when I said that I will not made any new year's resolution? Well, what do you think? Am I going to make one if I say that I am going to study more and IRC less? Change my sleeping rhythm and meet more people outside this ethereal networld. Ah well, I admit they DO sound like promises to the new year, but I just feel so good when the year changed. Like I could shake off the old spiders web and dust which get attached on me in the last year." "I remember how I said to Jarkko and Maikku that my new year's promise is that I will not promise anything." "But now I feel like I should promise one thing: Whatever happens, I will try to do my best! This way I should never feel guilty of not doing something, afterwards." Looking a bit unsure he listens to Luru saying something to him about something what happened at some concert he replies to Luru. "I must admit I didn't really notice you sleeping then, maybe I did concentrate more on Soili. I really have difficulties on remembering what did Kauko R|yh{ & Narttu song then there! As I was sober it must been her..." Grinning, still a bit sad look on his face he continues. "Any 'IRC old-timer' should come to the same conclusion I have come: Do not let feelings do the work of your brain when there are not many ways to express what you think & feel. You can get easily frustrated if you can't express yourself in the way you would like to!" "BUT, if you clearly see someone doesn't have any other ways to talk with people DO listen to him/her and let the feelings transfer at the light of speed (not really, there IS the slight few second's delay, damn). One thing which is frightening to me is that some people might misunderstand my means and that has really happened. Why, oh why we have to have always one jerk on the crowd? Few times I have been really hurt by someone saying things like 'go_to_hang_yourself' to me. Maybe they just think that they are NOT talking to people, fellow human being, but just to computers, how amazing!" Now, after he has spilled all that out he looks really carried away, for few long seconds his eyes are staring to far far away, in space, in time. Then he comes back to this world and tell what he was thinking. "I had just deja vu. It is always as funny feeling as the first time. Maybe I have told all this hundred times before, maybe just one time, but funny it is. Excuse me if I look like repeating myself, I am just so deep in my thoughts sometimes I may do it." "Luru, let's talk about our plans later, on better time, when we are at the same place, at the same time, not just here. You see, when I am a bit tipsy I may promise something I am not going to do." He is laughing, for the first time tonight. First it sounds a bit strange, like mad giggling, but then it is more comfortable to ear of listener. It seems that he has forgotten how to laugh, but it must been just due to the long speak he held just a minute ago. "Excuse my mad laughting, but I have to laugh sometimes like that. If we totally forgot how to laugh we have forgotten maybe the most important key to surviving in life." "...about me talking politics earlier, I have to apoligize, that wasn't meant to be like that, I was then just thinking of many things, and it was one thing came to my mind..." Suddenly he looks his watch and for a second his eyes close. Tired look on his face he says "Good night everyone, it is half past three already, I should be deep in sleep at this time of ... day." tommi -- _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Tommi Kaikkonen FidoNet: 2:515/810 InterNet: so-tvk@stekt.oulu.fi Taidonkaari 1 E 36 Tel.+358-81-563080 (6pm-10pm EET use your voice) SF-90570 OULU Fax.+358-68-55858 In-Person: ...time & place? Path: mit-eddie!bu.edu!bu-cs!bu-pub!spacey From: spacey@bu-pub.bu.edu (Eva Chan) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: tommi talks again... Message-ID: Date: 8 Jan 90 05:49:21 GMT References: Sender: news@bu.edu.bu.edu Distribution: alt Organization: Boston University Computer Science Lines: 68 In-reply-to: so-tvk@stekt.oulu.fi's message of 8 Jan 90 01:29:03 GMT Eva watches at Tommi as he spoke and smiled at him when he mentioned her. She raised her glass to him and thanked him. "Tommi, for me it is also at times quite difficult to find a listening ear. I would like to thank you for being around. Plus it is also difficult for me sometimes to talk about things. Sometimes it really upsets me to talk about things. I find that I have a hard time organizing my thoughts in such a state of mind." "I am also glad to be around for you, when you needed someone to talk to. Even though you may be very sleepy. I would gladly lend an ear to anyone who wants one." She pauses and sighs. Looks at Luru and smiles again. "Luru, thanks for being around too. Although lately our times havent really coincided, it doesnt matter. Just to be able to know that all is well is enough. There are very few people on IRC with whom one can have a sane conversation with, as Tommi had mentioned. Although sometimes a little craziness is ok with me as long as it doesnt get out of hand (hm.. does that seem to be a contradiction?)." She stops again and notices that her glass is empty. "Mike? A bottle of Zinfadel for this table please?" "Sure thing," he replies with a friendly smile. She hands him a five for the entire bottle. "'Nuff?" He nods. "This coming year will be a tough one for me. I had a rather rough semester. I failed another course and have put myself back on second probation. What a way to go through senior year in college. At least I'm getting the most out of one of my textbooks!" "I guess I'll be able to march with the rest of my class this May, although I probably wont get my diploma til next September. Oh well. I wonder if I'll find a job by then? Will anyone hire me? Such are the worries I have these days. I kinda wonder if this had all been a mistake, to have taken up Engineering. Would I have done better had I gone into something like business or management? So many what if's but none can be tested. It's a bit late in the game for me to change what has been done. I feel like it's a cross that I must bear for the while. I hope that I do not get crucified by it all." She spots Tabbifli and raises her galss to her. "Welcome back, Tabbifli. I am fairly new here, but I have heard much about you." And sips her wine. Sitting back she surveys the tavern and the many faces in the crowd. Her face seems to relax a bit and takes on a more serene look. "Classes will start again for me next Monday. Another semester, another set of exams. I hope I do well this time around. Just cant afford to do badly again. Tommi, I think I'll take your advice and stay away from IRC once classes start, but only if you promise to write or email me. As for getting out more, that may be a bit difficult, but I will see what I can do." She gets up and walks over to the line. Raising her glass she says, "To good friends and listeners far and near, I salute you." *GULP* >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>CRASH!<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< "BTW, please pardon my sour mood in my last posting. My mind was not totally there." -- Eva Chan spacey@bu-pub.bu.edu (e-mail is always appreciated) Cheers! And may you enjoy life! Path: mit-eddie!bu.edu!bu-cs!lll-winken!brutus.cs.uiuc.edu!samsung!cs.utexas.edu!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!ucbvax!ucdavis!csusac!scott From: scott@csusac.csus.edu (L. Scott Emmons) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Richard Bach (was Re: doubt) Message-ID: <1990Jan8.060558.4052@csusac.csus.edu> Date: 8 Jan 90 06:05:58 GMT References: <11631@csli.Stanford.EDU> <12756@phoenix.Princeton.EDU> <11635@csli.Stanford.EDU> <12769@phoenix.Princeton.EDU> Reply-To: scott@csusac.UUCP (L. Scott Emmons) Organization: California State University, Sacramento Lines: 16 In article <12769@phoenix.Princeton.EDU> jmdoyle@phoenix.Princeton.EDU (Jennifer Mary Doyle) writes: >[...] Richard Bach, perhaps better known as the >author of _Jonathan Livingston Seagull_ but also author of _One_, _Illusions_, >[...] I especially like his compilation of his experiences flying around the U.S. (not to be confused with Illusions). Does anyone recall the title of this work? I read it many upon many moons ago, but i don't recall the title. Thanks... -- L. Scott Emmons --------------- ...[!ucbvax]!ucdavis!csusac!scott ucdavis!csusac!scott@ucbvax.berkeley.edu Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!ucbvax!agate!typhoon.Berkeley.EDU!gwh From: gwh@typhoon.Berkeley.EDU (George William Herbert) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: A Scot? Message-ID: <1990Jan8.072551.6033@agate.berkeley.edu> Date: 8 Jan 90 07:25:51 GMT References: <148@boston-harbor.lucid.com> <20940023@hplred.HP.COM> Sender: usenet@agate.berkeley.edu (USENET Administrator;;;;ZU44) Reply-To: gwh@ocf.Berkeley.EDU (George William Herbert) Organization: ucb Lines: 5 In article <20940023@hplred.HP.COM> egly@hplred.HP.COM (Diana Egly) writes: >Mike's an Irishman... Or something else. Mike isn't exactly an Irishman. Read...err...it was in Analog, go look around 87 or so, for the last Callahan's story. [last=Last, the bar went blewie] Path: mit-eddie!bu.edu!bu-cs!lll-winken!uwm.edu!cs.utexas.edu!texbell!swbatl!uucibg From: uucibg@swbatl.UUCP (3929) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: A toast to my best friend... Message-ID: <1098@swbatl.UUCP> Date: 8 Jan 90 17:04:54 GMT References: <9001051340.aa20022@CC1.PICA.ARMY.MIL> Reply-To: uucibg@swbatl.UUCP (Brian Gilstrap - UCI - 5-3929) Organization: Southwestern Bell Tele. Co. - Advanced Technology Lab - St. Louis Lines: 63 > 'Friends, those glasses on the bar are for you. It's my contention >that if you're going to do something, do it big. Take a glass with me >and drink up.' He waits for those assembled to grab a glass, and he takes >the special one. 'To Sharon Lynne Lewis, nee Fox. I still love you, >dear.' He takes the champagne and gulps it all down. He then takes the >glass, walks it over to the fireplace, and places it within the flames. >He walks to an open chair, lays his book down, and puts his face in his >hands. Brian gets up from one of the corners and picks up a glasse. His clothing has changed while he as relaxing in the background, and he's now wearing jeans, a dark maroon (sp?) sweatshirt, and sneakers. Walking up to the line, he turns towards Scott and raises the glass in salute. "I hope I have as much fortitude, compassion, and caring as you when the time comes. I should think it will happen at least once in my life." Downing the champagne, he throws it into the fireplace with a resounding crash. He goes back to the bar. "A Ginger Ale, if you please, Mike," he says. "I'm too much of a lightweight for any more alcholol and I have to drive tonight." Taking the glass and handing Mike a dollar, he goes back to the line, sipping the cool, bubbly stuff. "You see, I've never had to go through what Scott went through, but suspect I may do so in the next few years. Some of you may recall my tale of myself and my ex-fiance: how she broke off the engagement after a bit over a month in order to date another guy and how (after 4 months of occasional contact with me) had agreed to not have any more contact with me as part of her relationship with this other man (that's the very very very short version). "Well, as I predicted, she contacted me again. It was much sooner than I had expected (about 1 1/2 weeks later). It turns out that the other man had done the 'let's date but also date others to make sure we're right for each other' bit. My ex-fiance, Diane, has since refused to talk with him. "Since then (about a week ago), she and I have gotten together several times. Each time has been very enjoyable. But it's also been quite confusing. I still love her very much, but feel extremely wary as well. Those are such contradictory feelings to have, and it confuses me tremendously. "But Scott, I wouldn't be at all surprised to attend her wedding to someone else sometime in the next few years-- if I end up with the courage to do such a brave thing." He downs the remaining Ginger Ale and raises the glass. "To Love, love, and loving, in all their confusing and oft-intermingled forms. May yours bring you joy!" CRASH! He wanders back to his table in the corner, hoping someone(s) will come and talk to him about what he might do with his current emotional hot potato... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Brian R. Gilstrap ...!{ texbell, uunet }!swbatl!uucibg OR uucibg@swbatl.UUCP One Bell Center +---------------------------------------------------------- Rm 17-G-4 | "Winnie-the-Pooh read the two notices very carefully, St. Louis, MO 63101 | first from left to right, and afterwards, in case he had (314) 235-3929 | missed some of it, from right to left." -- A. A. Milne -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Disclaimer: Me, speak for my company? You must be joking. I'm just speaking my mind. Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!usc!wuarchive!swbatl!uucibg From: uucibg@swbatl.UUCP (3929) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Re: Panama Message-ID: <1099@swbatl.UUCP> Date: 8 Jan 90 19:23:47 GMT References: <2883@vu-vlsi.Villanova.EDU> Reply-To: uucibg@swbatl.UUCP (Brian Gilstrap - UCI - 5-3929) Distribution: alt Organization: Southwestern Bell Tele. Co. - Advanced Technology Lab - St. Louis Lines: 42 In article <2883@vu-vlsi.Villanova.EDU> nlp@vu-vlsi.UUCP (Nick Pine) writes: >I suppose this is not exactly the newsgroup for this discussion, but one might >consider this to be a little discussion on the side, as would surely happen >in a real-life Callahan's... In that light, I'll post a short follow-up. If this discussion seems inappropriate to Callahans, just speak up and I'm sure we can take it to email or another newsgroup (though the others tend to be flame-ridden and email much lets adversarial). >I've been somewhat ashamed to be an American, lately, not for the first time. > >Although our invasion of Panama has had its (sometimes blackly) ludicrous >sides, eg the use of rock music as persuasion, or Americans shooting foreign >journalists in a crossfire at each other, or our president announcing that we >didn't invade, we were invited to come down by the freely elected government of >Panama, on the whole, I see arrogance. > >And violation, as in rape. [ Discussion of 'sovereignty' and our apparent violations of Panama's ] I cannot claim a great deal of information about the situation. But I do have one question for everyone. I seem to recall that Panama had declared war on the U.S. Is this true? It could very well be a bit of random madness on my part, so I'm wondering if anyone else knows.... :-) If so, it would change the picture (in my opinion) somewhat. >-Nick Pine Thanks, -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Brian R. Gilstrap ...!{ texbell, uunet }!swbatl!uucibg OR uucibg@swbatl.UUCP One Bell Center +---------------------------------------------------------- Rm 17-G-4 | "Winnie-the-Pooh read the two notices very carefully, St. Louis, MO 63101 | first from left to right, and afterwards, in case he had (314) 235-3929 | missed some of it, from right to left." -- A. A. Milne -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Disclaimer: Me, speak for my company? You must be joking. I'm just speaking my mind. Path: mit-eddie!snorkelwacker!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!pt.cs.cmu.edu!andrew.cmu.edu!haste+ From: haste+@andrew.cmu.edu (Dani Zweig) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: Empaths Message-ID: Date: 6 Jan 90 05:04:27 GMT Organization: Graduate School of Industrial Administration, Carnegie Mellon, Pittsburgh, PA Lines: 21 Empathy is the easy part. Towards the end of Clifford Simak's "City", we meet a man with a problem: The world he cares about is coming to an end, and nobody else cares. Now this is a society where perfect empathy is a given: The people he talks to listen, understand perfectly, and then go back to whatever they were doing before. People aren't just statistics to me: When I hear someone's pain or problems I can listen, understand, empathize. I can appreciate (often from personal experience) what is causing the hurt and how much it hurts. But that doesn't necessarily mean that that hurt touches me. Or even that I necessarily care. Just that I understand. --Dani Zweig haste@andrew.cmu.edu Dream interpretation simplified: Everything's either/Concave or -vex So whatever you dream/Will be something with sex. --Piet Hein (grooks) Path: mit-eddie!mintaka!yale!cs.utexas.edu!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!pt.cs.cmu.edu!andrew.cmu.edu!jt1o+ From: jt1o+@andrew.cmu.edu (Joseph L. Traub) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: A possible explanation Message-ID: Date: 8 Jan 90 21:39:09 GMT Organization: Class of '91, Carnegie Mellon, Pittsburgh, PA Lines: 79 As Chris finishes speaking, and most of the regulars return to Callahan's after the holiday, Moonchilde looks up from his glass. It is evident that what Chris has said has sparked some pain that Moonchilde had though well and completely gone... "Mike, A tumbler of purple Jeezus please (for those of you who don't know, purple Jeezus is grape kool-aid and grain). Before I drink this, I think that I might be able to say something which might apply to you Chris." Moonchilde breathes deeply, composing himself.... "My first true girlfriend was a Hindu... Her name was Kalindi... We went out for a total of six months while I was in high school. We had met at a dance, and within three days were seeing each other. This lasted until December. During that Christmas break, she went to India to visit her family, and when she came back, she told me it was over. She didn't really give me an answer why. I was curious, but figured that all would be well, and let her be, and tried to remain friends. It worked for a while. We still saw each other during the day, and made "small-talk". I would occasionally ask her something or the other, like how she was doing in some class or the other. One day, she blew up at me when I asked her what she got on some test or other. We fought, bitterly, and she said she never wanted to talk to me again. (remember that at this time, I still had no idea why we had broken up...all she had said was that she wanted to, and I let that go) Almost a year later, I ran into her again (she had made it a point to avoid me during the rest of that school year) and she surprised me by asking me how I was doing. Needless to say, I looked at her a little strange, and asked her if that wasn't an odd question, considering that it was her who had said she never wanted to talk to me again. She got a rather sheepish/embarrased look on her face at that, and responded that she had grown up some since, and asked me to join her for lunch. I did, and for the first time in over a year, we talked. It seemed that she had broken up with me because her parents had found out she was seeing me, and I was not Hindu. She had wanted to remain friends, but found that hard, and irratating, because she REALLY wanted to be more than friends, but also was unwilling to disobey her parents (we were both 16 at the time we dated), so she had gotten angry, and snapped out at me when she was trying to cope with me being around AND her parent's not wanting me to be around her. After talking this out, we became friends again, (though never as close) and it still hurt that she was unable to tell me that the only thing "wrong" with our relation- ship was her parents. (It still hurts when I think about it). Anyway, Chris, all I can say is that if she really and truly cares for you, as a friend, or otherwise, she will come back, maybe.... It's all you can hope for." Moonchilde takes a sip of his drink. "As far as your friend being right. Well, Kalindi and I are, as I said, still friends, though we don't talk as often or as long as I would like. She is now engaged to be married to a Hindu boyfriend, and I wish her the best. So, my toast: to friendships, and honesty, neither is worth much without the other. Skaal! *Gulp* *Crash*" Moonchilde the goes over to Tabbifli. ***HUG*** "Welcome back, Faery Cat.. and to you Kevin, and you Jennifer, and to all the rest of you. There are so many of you, and I wish I could greet you all personally, but to do that would take up twice as much as this letter has already taken up." Moonchilde reaches under his cloak, and pulls out a small stuffed figure, and hands it to Tabbifli (or if she is in cat form, lays it beside her). The figure is that of a purple dragon. "A gift for you Tabbi, I found it at evecon, and Amythyst said to buy it for you, I hope you like it... (The real one is on it's way in the mail, let me know when you get it." Moonchilde settles into a chair, and relaxes, knowing that a large number of his friends are around.. _______________________________________________________________________________ ** | * * |Joseph Traub -- Carnegie Mellon * * |Internet: jt1o@andrew.cmu.edu ****************************************** |UUCP: harvard!andrew.cmu.edu!jt1o * Blessed * * Blessed * | * Be! * An it * Be! * |__________________________________ * * harm none, * * | * * do as thou * * |"If pro is the opposite of con, * * wilt. * * |then what is congress?" * IO * * IO * | * EVOHE ** EVOHE * |___________________________________ * IO * * IO * | * KORE * * KORE * |"Callahans -- It is wherever I am" * * * * | -- A friend of mine to me at * * * * | Evecon. ** ** | ___________________________________________|___________________________________ Path: mit-eddie!mit-amt!snorkelwacker!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!pt.cs.cmu.edu!andrew.cmu.edu!jt1o+ From: jt1o+@andrew.cmu.edu (Joseph L. Traub) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: A possible explanation Message-ID: Date: 8 Jan 90 21:39:09 GMT Organization: Class of '91, Carnegie Mellon, Pittsburgh, PA Lines: 79 As Chris finishes speaking, and most of the regulars return to Callahan's after the holiday, Moonchilde looks up from his glass. It is evident that what Chris has said has sparked some pain that Moonchilde had though well and completely gone... "Mike, A tumbler of purple Jeezus please (for those of you who don't know, purple Jeezus is grape kool-aid and grain). Before I drink this, I think that I might be able to say something which might apply to you Chris." Moonchilde breathes deeply, composing himself.... "My first true girlfriend was a Hindu... Her name was Kalindi... We went out for a total of six months while I was in high school. We had met at a dance, and within three days were seeing each other. This lasted until December. During that Christmas break, she went to India to visit her family, and when she came back, she told me it was over. She didn't really give me an answer why. I was curious, but figured that all would be well, and let her be, and tried to remain friends. It worked for a while. We still saw each other during the day, and made "small-talk". I would occasionally ask her something or the other, like how she was doing in some class or the other. One day, she blew up at me when I asked her what she got on some test or other. We fought, bitterly, and she said she never wanted to talk to me again. (remember that at this time, I still had no idea why we had broken up...all she had said was that she wanted to, and I let that go) Almost a year later, I ran into her again (she had made it a point to avoid me during the rest of that school year) and she surprised me by asking me how I was doing. Needless to say, I looked at her a little strange, and asked her if that wasn't an odd question, considering that it was her who had said she never wanted to talk to me again. She got a rather sheepish/embarrased look on her face at that, and responded that she had grown up some since, and asked me to join her for lunch. I did, and for the first time in over a year, we talked. It seemed that she had broken up with me because her parents had found out she was seeing me, and I was not Hindu. She had wanted to remain friends, but found that hard, and irratating, because she REALLY wanted to be more than friends, but also was unwilling to disobey her parents (we were both 16 at the time we dated), so she had gotten angry, and snapped out at me when she was trying to cope with me being around AND her parent's not wanting me to be around her. After talking this out, we became friends again, (though never as close) and it still hurt that she was unable to tell me that the only thing "wrong" with our relation- ship was her parents. (It still hurts when I think about it). Anyway, Chris, all I can say is that if she really and truly cares for you, as a friend, or otherwise, she will come back, maybe.... It's all you can hope for." Moonchilde takes a sip of his drink. "As far as your friend being right. Well, Kalindi and I are, as I said, still friends, though we don't talk as often or as long as I would like. She is now engaged to be married to a Hindu boyfriend, and I wish her the best. So, my toast: to friendships, and honesty, neither is worth much without the other. Skaal! *Gulp* *Crash*" Moonchilde the goes over to Tabbifli. ***HUG*** "Welcome back, Faery Cat.. and to you Kevin, and you Jennifer, and to all the rest of you. There are so many of you, and I wish I could greet you all personally, but to do that would take up twice as much as this letter has already taken up." Moonchilde reaches under his cloak, and pulls out a small stuffed figure, and hands it to Tabbifli (or if she is in cat form, lays it beside her). The figure is that of a purple dragon. "A gift for you Tabbi, I found it at evecon, and Amythyst said to buy it for you, I hope you like it... (The real one is on it's way in the mail, let me know when you get it." Moonchilde settles into a chair, and relaxes, knowing that a large number of his friends are around.. _______________________________________________________________________________ ** | * * |Joseph Traub -- Carnegie Mellon * * |Internet: jt1o@andrew.cmu.edu ****************************************** |UUCP: harvard!andrew.cmu.edu!jt1o * Blessed * * Blessed * | * Be! * An it * Be! * |__________________________________ * * harm none, * * | * * do as thou * * |"If pro is the opposite of con, * * wilt. * * |then what is congress?" * IO * * IO * | * EVOHE ** EVOHE * |___________________________________ * IO * * IO * | * KORE * * KORE * |"Callahans -- It is wherever I am" * * * * | -- A friend of mine to me at * * * * | Evecon. ** ** | ___________________________________________|___________________________________ Path: mit-eddie!wuarchive!cs.utexas.edu!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!pt.cs.cmu.edu!andrew.cmu.edu!jt1o+ From: jt1o+@andrew.cmu.edu (Joseph L. Traub) Newsgroups: alt.callahans Subject: A possible explanation Message-ID: Date: 8 Jan 90 21:39:09 GMT Organization: Class of '91, Carnegie Mellon, Pittsburgh, PA Lines: 79 As Chris finishes speaking, and most of the regulars return to Callahan's after the holiday, Moonchilde looks up from his glass. It is evident that what Chris has said has sparked some pain that Moonchilde had though well and completely gone... "Mike, A tumbler of purple Jeezus please (for those of you who don't know, purple Jeezus is grape kool-aid and grain). Before I drink this, I think that I might be able to say something which might apply to you Chris." Moonchilde breathes deeply, composing himself.... "My first true girlfriend was a Hindu... Her name was Kalindi... We went out for a total of six months while I was in high school. We had met at a dance, and within three days were seeing each other. This lasted until December. During that Christmas break, she went to India to visit her family, and when she came back, she told me it was over. She didn't really give me an answer why. I was curious, but figured that all would be well, and let her be, and tried to remain friends. It worked for a while. We still saw each other during the day, and made "small-talk". I would occasionally ask her something or the other, like how she was doing in some class or the other. One day, she blew up at me when I asked her what she got on some test or other. We fought, bitterly, and she said she never wanted to talk to me again. (remember that at this time, I still had no idea why we had broken up...all she had said was that she wanted to, and I let that go) Almost a year later, I ran into her again (she had made it a point to avoid me during the rest of that school year) and she surprised me by asking me how I was doing. Needless to say, I looked at her a little strange, and asked her if that wasn't an odd question, considering that it was her who had said she never wanted to talk to me again. She got a rather sheepish/embarrased look on her face at that, and responded that she had grown up some since, and asked me to join her for lunch. I did, and for the first time in over a year, we talked. It seemed that she had broken up with me because her parents had found out she was seeing me, and I was not Hindu. She had wanted to remain friends, but found that hard, and irratating, because she REALLY wanted to be more than friends, but also was unwilling to disobey her parents (we were both 16 at the time we dated), so she had gotten angry, and snapped out at me when she was trying to cope with me being around AND her parent's not wanting me to be around her. After talking this out, we became friends again, (though never as close) and it still hurt that she was unable to tell me that the only thing "wrong" with our relation- ship was her parents. (It still hurts when I think about it). Anyway, Chris, all I can say is that if she really and truly cares for you, as a friend, or otherwise, she will come back, maybe.... It's all you can hope for." Moonchilde takes a sip of his drink. "As far as your friend being right. Well, Kalindi and I are, as I said, still friends, though we don't talk as often or as long as I would like. She is now engaged to be married to a Hindu boyfriend, and I wish her the best. So, my toast: to friendships, and honesty, neither is worth much without the other. Skaal! *Gulp* *Crash*" Moonchilde the goes over to Tabbifli. ***HUG*** "Welcome back, Faery Cat.. and to you Kevin, and you Jennifer, and to all the rest of you. There are so many of you, and I wish I could greet you all personally, but to do that would take up twice as much as this letter has already taken up." Moonchilde reaches under his cloak, and pulls out a small stuffed figure, and hands it to Tabbifli (or if she is in cat form, lays it beside her). The figure is that of a purple dragon. "A gift for you Tabbi, I found it at evecon, and Amythyst said to buy it for you, I hope you like it... (The real one is on it's way in the mail, let me know when you get it." Moonchilde settles into a chair, and relaxes, knowing that a large number of his friends are around.. _______________________________________________________________________________ ** | * * |Joseph Traub -- Carnegie Mellon * * |Internet: jt1o@andrew.cmu.edu ****************************************** |UUCP: harvard!andrew.cmu.edu!jt1o * Blessed * * Blessed * | * Be! * An it * Be! * |__________________________________ * * harm none, * * | * * do as thou * * |"If pro is the opposite of con, * * wilt. * * |then what is congress?" * IO * * IO * | * EVOHE ** EVOHE * |___________________________________ * IO * * IO * | * KORE * * KORE * |"Callahans -- It is wherever I am" * * * * | -- A friend of mine to me at * * * * | Evecon. ** ** | ___________________________________________|___________________________________