when i was packing books recently i found an old copy of kundera's 'the unbearable lightness'. i last read it when i was a teenager, and have been rereading parts. the section on the death of karenin (tereza and thomas's dog) has been on my mind, particularly the statement that happiness is repetition (or happiness is a longing for repetition, which is different, and i'm not sure if he means both or it's the translation).
it seems that at the same time as we know people can't offer that repetition, we ask it. or we fall for it. i went to perth a few years ago and met a boy who was almost exactly like one i had just ended a relationship with; different stories, sure, but ... the same physical mannerisms and general approach to life. despite the western talk of everyone being an individual blah blah blah, there seem to be certain types of people; we're not as particular as we like to think. just look around at blogs; mine included; when you think about the possibilities of the form it's stunning that there's so much sameness.
i've been wondering if we are drawn to certain types of people again and again. and maybe if in this repetition is happiness.
of course, there's danger there too.
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this morning's email said departure might be delayed by another week. arghhhh!! but it might not. fingers crossed. patience. another week to drift along. what was that about repetition and happiness? yer...
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