Yes way. It appears that Old Man Winter is being impatient this year. To make up for the past years where we experienced winters that were more mild, he’s not going to have any of that this year. Old Man Winter wants to start early to make up for that lost time.
Muse: It’s getting cold out there! I think it’s almost warmer inside your head than outside it.
At least there’s not a lot of snow yet. I call this a dusting. We haven’t seen any real snow yet.
Muse: The districts are coming along nicely. And I feel a little better about leading a district. I just never thought that so many Intangibles would be interested….
Well, Toastmasters doesn’t exist in that realm, so I imagine that a lot would be interested.
Muse: But we’re Intangibles! We don’t need to learn public speaking! You do, since you’re a Tangible.
What about you? Why do you want to learn so much about Toastmasters?
Muse: *sigh* I’m a Tangible wannabe. It’s like the Pinocchio story, only with a female.
But you’re not a marionette! And you don’t have a nose that grows when you lie!
Muse: I know. But I’m not real. It’s something that I’m so jealous of. You get to experience reality and I’m stuck in the imaginary world. I want to be a real person, not some agent of inspiration that nurtures ideas to their full potential.
There’s nothing I can do about that. It is not for me to determine what is real and what is imaginary. I’m not the one who makes that distinction. That boundary has already been established, and there is no way through it.
Muse: Why do you think I take up Tangible things like reading? Things like eating your food and requiring rest? Owning a house, and, more recently, starting a Toastmasters Club for Intangibles? I want to be real, and this is the closest thing that I can do to experience it.
Maybe someday, you will be real.
Muse: I won’t. You’re just saying that to make me feel better.
What I mean is finding my bride. She will be my real Muse, and you will have all of her characteristics.
Muse: With that being the case, I am just a shadow of someone that you desire. Someone that you will meet in the distant future.
But when I meet that person, that’s when you will become real. Your imaginary body will become physical. The bride that I’ll be meeting is you, only I’ll know your real name.
Muse: My name….it’s a mystery. One that will be revealed when you meet me someday. (I don’t even know it myself!) Thanks. How did I not know?
You didn’t know because that part of you hasn’t been awakened yet. That part will awaken when I find my bride.
Muse: But I’m right here…..
You are, but you aren’t. When I meet my bride, I will find you.
Muse: Until then, I’m just a figment of your imagination. I’m getting cold so I’m going to start a fire and begin reading my next book by the fireplace….Bye….
I didn’t want to upset her. She is indeed my mystery bride. But I won’t know her real name until I find her. Then that true part of her will awaken. She will be imaginary no more, but real….
Regarding the weather, it’s getting pretty cold outside. Today’s high is going to be 28 degrees, with it being 21 later in the day. The silver lining will be having a few days off, after working today at the pizza pit.
To all who wish that winter could’ve taken its time, I hope that you all have a fantastic day.
Muse: I hope that he gets a job soon. Then he can start looking on those dating sites and find me. I want to be real so bad. I know I will someday, when he finds me….the REAL me….